Little Red-Cap.

 

Little Red-Cap

 

Once 'pon a time, dere lived a sweet likkle gyal loved by everyone, but most of all by her granmada. Her granmada gave her a red velvet cap, which she loved so much dat people called her "Little Red-Cap."

One day, her mada said, "Little Red-Cap, tek dis cake and wine to your granmada. She's ill and needs nourishment, yah know. Stay pon di path and don't bodda wid no foolishness."

"Mi will be careful," promised Little Red-Cap.

Her granmada lived half a league into di woods. As Little Red-Cap entered di forest, she met a wolf. Not knowing his wicked nature, she neva 'fraid.

"Good day, Little Red-Cap," said the wolf. "Where yuh gwaan so early?"

"To mi granmada's house," she replied.

"What's in yuh basket?"

"Cake and wine fi mi sick granmada."

"Where she live?" asked the wolf.

"Under di three oak trees deeper in di wood," Little Red-Cap answered.

The wolf thought to himself, "What a tender young morsel! Mi need to be clever to catch both di pickney and di old woman."

He walked alongside Little Red-Cap and said, "Look at dese beautiful flowers! Why not pick some fi your granmada?"

Little Red-Cap looked around. Di sunbeams danced through di trees, and colorful flowers dotted di forest floor. She thought her granmada would love a fresh bouquet and stepped off di path.

Meanwhile, di wolf ran straight to granmada's house and knocked.

"Who dere?" called the granmada.

"Little Red-Cap with cake and wine," the wolf answered, disguising his voice.

"Lift di latch. Mi too weak to get up."

Di wolf entered, devoured di granmada, put on her clothes and cap, and lay in her bed with di curtains drawn.

When Little Red-Cap finally arrived, she was surprised to find di door open. Inside, everything felt strange.

"Good morning," she called, but received no answer.

She approached di bed and saw her granmada looking very peculiar.

"Granmada, what big ears you have!"

"Di better to hear you with, me dear."

"What big eyes you have!"

"Di better to see you with."

"What large hands you have!"

"Di better to hug you with."

"What a terrible big mout' you have!"

"Di better to eat you with!"

With that, di wolf sprang from di bed and swallowed Little Red-Cap whole.

A huntsman passing by heard loud snoring and entered to check on di old woman. Finding di wolf instead, he realized what happened. Rather than shooting, he cut open di wolf's stomach, freeing both Little Red-Cap and her granmada, still alive.

Dem filled di wolf's belly with stones. When he woke up and tried to run weh, he collapsed and dead right dere.

Di huntsman took di wolf's pelt, di granmada enjoyed di cake and wine, and Little Red-Cap vowed, "Mi neva going leave di path again when mada has forbidden it."

And from dat day forward, Little Red-Cap was always cautious of wolves and strangers, and nobody ever did harm her again.

 

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