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    It's Not about the Hunter!


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      Text copyright © 2010 by Veronika Martenova Charles

      Illustrations copyright © 2010 by David Parkins

      Published in Canada by Tundra Books,

      75 Sherbourne Street, Toronto, Ontario M5A 2P9

      Published in the United States by Tundra Books of Northern New York,

      P.O. Box 1030, Plattsburgh, New York 12901

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2009938444

      All rights reserved. The use of any part of this publication reproduced, transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, or stored in a retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the publisher–or, in case of photocopying or other reprographic copying, a licence from the Canadian Copyright Licensing Agency–is an infringement of the copyright law.

      Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

      Charles, Veronika Martenova

      It’s not about the hunter! / Veronika Martenova

      Charles; illustrated by David Parkins.

      (Easy-to-read wonder tales)

      eISBN: 978-1-77049-217-2

      1. Fairy tales. 2. Children’s stories, Canadian (English). I. Parkins, David II. Title. III. Series: Charles, Veronika Martenova. Easy-to-read wonder tales.

      PS8555.H4224218775 2010 jC813′.54 C2009-905859-6

      We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program (BPIDP) and that of the Government of Ontario through the Ontario Media Development Corporation’s Ontario Book Initiative. We further acknowledge the support of the Canada Council for the Arts and the Ontario Arts Council for our publishing program.

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      CONTENTS

      Cover

      Title Page

      Copyright

      Halloween Costume Part 1 Little Red Hood

      (Red Riding Hood from France)

      False Grandmother

      (Red Riding Hood from Italy)

      Grandmother Wolf

      (Red Riding Hood from China)

      Halloween Costume Part 2

      About the Stories

      HALLOWEEN COSTUME PART 1

      “It’s Halloween next week,”

      said Jake.

      “I’m going to dress like a robot.

      What are you going to wear?”

      Jake asked Ben and Lily.

      “I have a Dracula costume.

      It comes with huge teeth

      with bloody paint,” said Ben.

      Lily said, “I’m going as

      Little Red Riding Hood.”

      “Bad idea,” said Ben.

      “Why?” asked Lily.

      “You’ll get eaten by the wolf,” said Ben, “like in the story.

      You’ll need a hunter to save you.”

      “Huh? What hunter?”

      asked Lily.

      “That’s not how the story goes.

      Little Red Riding Hood

      is saved by her magic red cape,”

      she explained.

      “You’re thinking of Superman.

      He wears a magic red cape,”

      said Jake.

      “But Superman’s cape

      doesn’t have a hood.

      That’s different,” said Lily.

      “It’s the hood that saves

      Little Red Riding Hood.”

      “How?” asked Jake and Ben.

      “Let me tell you how,” said Lily.

      LITTLE RED HOOD

      (Red Riding Hood from France)

      There was once a girl named Adele.

      People called her Little Red Hood

      because she always wore a red cape

      that her grandma gave her.

      “I made this with rays of sun,”

      Grandmother told Adele.

      “It will keep you safe.”

      One Sunday, Adele’s mother said,

      “Take this cake to your grandma.

      See how she is and then come back.

      Don’t talk to strangers on the way!”

      Adele promised, and off she went.

      Grandmother’s village was on

      the other side of the woods.

      The day was hot and the shade

      under the trees was cool.

      Adele sat down and fell asleep.

      She dreamed someone was calling.

      She awoke, and there,

      standing close and watching her,

      was a wolf.

      At first Adele was frightened,

      and she could hardly breathe.

      But then the wolf smiled.

      “Good afternoon, my dear,”

      the wolf said.

      “I hope you had a nice nap.

      What are you doing here?”

      “I’m on my way to Grandma’s,”

      Adele told him.

      “I see,” said the wolf.

      “Where does your grandma live?”

      he asked.

      “She lives in the first house

      in the village on the other side

      of the woods,” Adele told him.

      “Well,” said the wolf,

      “I can tell you a much shorter way

      to get there.” But he told her

      a way that was much longer.

      Adele thanked him

      and went the way he said.

      Then the wolf ran

      straight to Grandma’s house.

      He pushed the door open,

      but there was no one was inside.

      Grandma had risen early

      to sell fruit at the market.

      The wolf closed the curtains,

      put on Grandma’s clothes,

      and lay down in her bed.

      At last, Adele arrived at the door.

      Knock, knock!

      “Who’s there?” asked the wolf.

      “It’s me, Grandma! Adele.”

      “Come in, the door is open,”

      said the wolf.

      “I’m in bed. I’m not feeling well.”

      Adele came in

      and put the cake on the table.

      Then, she sat down by the bed.

      Adele looked at her Grandma.

      “What very bright eyes you have!”

      she said.

      And the wolf said,

      “All the better to see you with,

      my dear.”

      Adele looked again.

      “Oh, what hairy ears you have!”

      “All the better to hear you with,

      my dear,” the wolf replied.

      “Oh, my, Grandma!” cried Adele.

      “What huge teeth you have!”

      “All the better to eat you with,

      my dear!” And with that, the wolf

      opened his jaws to swallow her.

      Adele ducked her head, and the wolf

      only caught her red hood.

      “Ow-ooo!” the wolf howled.

      The hood was burning hot like the blazing sun.

      The wolf jumped out of bed in pain.

      Just then, Grandmother returned from the market.

      She opened her big, empty sack

      and caught the wolf inside.

      Then she tied the sack

      and threw it down the deep well

      by the house.

      And that was the end of him.

      “Well!” Grandma said to Adele,

      “It’s good you wore your red cape.”

      She shared the cake with Adele,

      and then she took her home.

      And Adele promised never to talk

      to a stranger again.

      “I know a different story

      about a big bad wolf who pretends

      to be a grandmother,”


      Jake told Ben and Lily.

      “The girl in my story

      doesn’t get eaten, either.…

      She gets away

      because she tricks the wolf.”

      “How does she do that?”

      asked Ben.

      “I’ll tell you,” said Jake.

      FALSE GRANDMOTHER

      (Red Riding Hood from Italy)

      “Please take this bread and milk

      to your grandmother.

      I hear she’s not feeling well.”

      said Mother to Anouk.

      “I packed some ring-shaped cakes

      for you to eat along the way.”

      Anouk set off.

      She came to a river.

      “River, will you let me pass?”

      she asked.

      “If you give me your

      ring-shaped cakes to play with,

      I will,” the river answered.

      Anouk tossed them into the water,

      and the river let her pass.

      Anouk came to the crossroads.

      There she met a wolf.

      “Where are you going?”

      the wolf asked.

      “I’m taking food to my grandma.

      She is ill,” said Anouk.

      “How will you get into the house

      if your grandma is sick in bed?”

      asked the wolf.

      “Oh, that’s easy. I’ll stand

      on the stone, pull the string,

      and the door will open.”

      “What road are you taking?

      The Needles or the Pins Road?”

      asked the wolf.

      “The Needles Road,” Anouk said.

      Then I will take the Pins Road,

      thought the wolf, and he ran to

      Anouk’s grandma’s house.

      When he got there,

      he stood up and pulled the string

      with his teeth.

      The door opened, the wolf went in,

      and gobbled up Anouk’s grandma.

      He put on Grandma’s nightie,

      got in bed, and waited for Anouk.

      He was planning to eat her next.

      Soon the door opened.

      “Hello, Grandma,” said Anouk.

      “I brought you bread and milk.

      What can I help you with?”

      “I’m cold,” said the wolf.

      “Come here with me

      and warm me up.”

      Anouk climbed onto the bed

      beside her Grandmother.

      She saw Grandma’s hands.

      “Oh, Grandmother, those long

      fingers you have!”

      “Good for holding you, my child.”

      “Oh, Grandmother,

      those big ears you have!”

      “Good to hear you with,

      my child!”

      “Oh, Grandmother,

      that big mouth you have!”

      “Good to eat you with,

      my child!”

      “Oh, Grandmother,

      I have to go to the toilet!”

      “All right, but don’t be long,”

      said the wolf. He tied a string

      around Anouk’s foot

      and let her go.

      Outside, Anouk untied the string,

      wrapped it around a bucket,

      and ran home.

      “Are you finished yet?”

      called out the wolf.

      When Anouk didn’t answer,

      the wolf pulled on the string.

      Only the bucket rolled inside.

      The wolf jumped out of bed

      and ran after Anouk.

      Anouk ran fast,

      and soon she reached the river.

      “River, will you let me pass?”

      she asked.

      And the river answered,

      “Of course, I’ll let you pass.

      You gave me your cakes.”

      The river parted its waters,

      and Anouk ran to the other side.

      When the wolf came to the river,

      he jumped in to swim across

      but was swept away by the waters.

      From the riverbank,

      Anouk thanked the river.

      When she arrived home,

      she told her mother everything.

      “That reminds me of a story

      I heard about a boy and a wolf,”

      said Ben.

      “But this wolf doesn’t go to

      a grandmother’s house.

      He comes to the boy’s house

      and pretends to be the boy’s

      grandmother.

      “How does he get inside?”

      asked Lily.

      “I’ll tell you the story,” said Ben.

      GRANDMOTHER WOLF

      (Red Riding Hood from China)

      “I must go to see your grandma,”

      said Chen’s mother.

      “I will be back tomorrow.

      Remember to lock the door,

      and don’t open it for anyone.”

      A wolf lived nearby,

      and he saw the mother leave.

      That evening he came to the house

      and knocked on the door.

      “Who’s there?” asked Chen.

      “My dear, this is your grandma,”

      said the wolf.

      “But Mother has gone to see you!”

      said Chen.

      “She has?” the wolf acted surprised.

      “I did not see her on the way.

      Let me in, now.”

      But Chen said, “Grandma,

      why is your voice so low?”

      “I have a cold, my child,”

      replied the wolf.

      “It’s windy out here. Let me in.”

      Chen lit a candle so he could see.

      He opened the door and instantly,

      the wolf blew out the light.

      “Why did you do that?” asked Chen.

      “Now it’s dark in here.”

      The wolf didn’t answer,

      but he climbed into the bed.

      “Your grandma is so tired.

      Come and rest with me.”

      Chen climbed into the bed,

      and as he stretched

      he touched the wolf’s tail.

      “Grandma, why does your foot

      have a brush on it?” Chen asked.

      “I wrapped some strings around it

      to weave a basket for you,”

      the wolf answered.

      Chen touched the wolf’s claws.

      “Grandma, why are your nails

      so sharp?” he asked.

      “I fell on the road, and thorns

      stuck in my hands,” the wolf said.

     


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