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Il était une fois une petite fille de village, la plus jolie qu'on eût su voir; sa mère en était folle, et sa mère-grand plus folle encore. Cette bonne femme lui fit faire un petit chaperon rouge, qui lui seyait si bien, que partout on l'appelait le petit chaperon rouge.
Un jour sa mère ayant cuit et fait des galettes, lui dit:
- va voir comme se porte ta mère-grand, car on m'a dit qu'elle était malade, porte-lui une galette et ce petit pot de beurre.
Le petit chaperon rouge partit aussitôt pour aller chez sa mère-grand, qui demeurait dans un autre village.
En passant dans un bois elle rencontra compère le loup, qui eut bien envie de la manger; mais il n'osa, à cause de quelques bûcherons qui étaient dans la forêt. Il lui demanda où elle allait; la pauvre enfant, qui ne savait pas qu'il est dangereux de s'arrêter à écouter un loup, lui dit
- je vais voir ma mère-grand, et lui porter une galette avec un petit pot de beurre que ma mère lui envoie.
- demeure-t-elle bien loin? lui dit le loup.
- oh! Oui, dit le petit chaperon rouge, c'est par-delà le moulin que vous voyez tout là-bas, là-bas, à la première maison du village.
- eh bien, dit le loup, je veux l'aller voir aussi; je m'y en vais par ce chemin ici, et toi par ce chemin-là, et nous verrons qui plus tôt y sera.
Le loup se mit à courir de toute sa force par le chemin qui était le plus court, et la petite fille s'en alla par le chemin le plus long, s'amusant à cueillir des noisettes, à courir après des papillons, et à faire des bouquets des petites fleurs qu'elle rencontrait.
Le loup ne fut pas longtemps à arriver à la maison de la mère-grand; il heurte: toc, toc.
- qui est là?
- c'est votre petite-fille le petit chaperon rouge (dit le loup, en contrefaisant sa voix) qui vous apporte une galette et un petit pot de beurre que ma mère vous envoie.
La bonne mère grand, qui était dans son lit à cause qu'elle se trouvait un peu mal, lui cria:
- tire la chevillette, la bobinette cherra.
Le loup tira la chevillette et la porte s'ouvrit. Il se jeta sur la bonne femme, et la dévora en moins de rien; car il y avait plus de trois jours qu'il n'avait mangé. Ensuite il ferma la porte, et s'alla coucher dans le lit de la mère grand, en attendant le petit chaperon rouge, qui quelque temps après vint heurter à la porte. Toc, toc.
- qui est là?
Le petit chaperon rouge, qui entendit la grosse voix du loup eut peur d'abord, mais croyant que sa mère-grand était enrhumée, répondit:
- C'est votre petite-fille le petit chaperon rouge, qui vous apporte une galette et un petit pot de beurre que ma mère vous envoie.
Le loup lui cria en adoucissant un peu sa voix:
- tire la chevillette, la bobinette cherra.
Le petit chaperon rouge tira la chevillette, et la porte s'ouvrit.
Le loup, la voyant entrer lui dit en se cachant dans le lit sous la couverture:
- Mets la galette et le petit pot de beurre sur la huche, et viens te coucher avec moi.
Le petit chaperon rouge se déshabille, et va se mettre dans le lit, où elle fut bien étonnée de voir comment sa mère-grand était faite en son déshabillé. Elle lui dit:
- ma mère-grand, que vous avez de grands bras?
- c'est pour mieux t'embrasser, ma fille.
- ma mère-grand, que vous avez de grandes jambes?
- c'est pour mieux courir, mon enfant.
- ma mère-grand, que vous avez de grandes oreilles?
- c'est pour mieux écouter, mon enfant.
- ma mère-grand, que vous avez de grands yeux?
- c'est pour mieux voir, mon enfant.
- ma mère-grand, que vous avez de grandes dents?
- c'est pour te manger. Et en disant ces mots, ce méchant loup se jeta sur le petit chaperon rouge, et la mangea.
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A cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship that he felt for her, that at last the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. "But we must make preparations for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger," said the cat, "and you, little mouse, cannot venture out everywhere, or in the end you will be caught in a trap." This good advice was followed, and they bought a pot of fat, but they did not know where to store it. Finally, after much consideration, the cat said, "I know of no place where it will be better stored up than in the church. No one dares take anything away from there. We will put it beneath the altar, and not touch it until we are need it." So the pot was stored safely away, but it was not long before the cat took a great longing for it, and said to the mouse, "I wanted to tell you, little mouse, that my cousin has brought a little son into the world, and she has asked me to be his godfather. He is white with brown spots, and I am to hold him over the baptismal font. Let me go out today, and you look after the house by yourself." - "Yes, yes," answered the mouse. "By all means go, and if you get anything good to eat, think of me. I would like to drink a drop of sweet red christening wine myself." All this, however, was untrue. The cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be godfather. He went straight to the church, crept up to the pot of fat, began to lick at it, and licked off the top of the fat. Then he went for a stroll on the roofs of the town, looked out for opportunities, and then stretched out in the sun, licking his whiskers whenever he thought of the pot of fat. He did not return home until it was evening. "Well, here you are again," said the mouse. "You must have had a happy day." - "Everything went well," answered the cat. "What name did they give the child?" asked the mouse. "Top-Off," said the cat quite coolly. "Top-Off?" cried the mouse. "That is a very odd and uncommon name. Is it a usual one in your family?" - "What does that matter?" said the cat. "It is no worse than Crumb-Thief, as your godchildren are called."
Before long the cat was seized by another fit of longing. He said to the mouse, "You must do me a favor, and once more manage the house alone for a day. I have been asked again to be godfather, and since the child has a white ring around its neck, I cannot refuse." The good mouse consented. However, the cat crept behind the town wall to the church, and devoured half the pot of fat. "Nothing tastes as good as that which one eats by oneself," he said, and was quite satisfied with his day's work. When he arrived home the mouse asked, "What name was this child christened with?" - "Half-Gone," answered the cat. "Half-Gone? What are you saying? I have never heard that name in all my life. I'll wager it is not in the almanac."
The cat's mouth soon again began to water for the delicious goods. "All good things come in threes," he said to the mouse. "I have been asked to be godfather again. The child is totally black, only it has white paws. Otherwise it has not a single white hair on its whole body. This only happens once every few years. You will let me go, won't you?" - "Top-Off. Half-Gone," answered the mouse. "They are such odd names, that they make me stop and think." - "Here you sit at home," said the cat, "with your dark gray fur coat and long braid of hair capturing fantasies. That is because you do not go out in the daytime." During the cat's absence the mouse cleaned the house, and put it in order, but the greedy cat devoured all the rest of the fat. "One has peace only after everything is eaten up," he said to himself. Well filled and fat, he did not return home until nighttime. The mouse immediately asked what name had been given to the third child. "You will not like it either," said the cat. "His name is All-Gone." - "All-Gone!", cried the mouse. "That is the most worrisome name of all. I have never seen it in print. All-Gone! What can that mean?" Then she shook her head, curled herself up, and lay down to sleep.
From this time forth no one invited the cat to be godfather, but when winter had come and there was no longer anything to be found outside, the mouse thought of their stored food, and said, "Come cat, we will go to our pot of fat which we have stored up for ourselves. It will taste good now." - "Yes," answered the cat. "You will enjoy it as much as you would enjoy sticking that dainty tongue of yours out of the window." They set out on their way, but when they arrived, the pot of fat, to be sure, was still in its place, but it was empty. "Alas," said the mouse, "now I see what has happened. Now it comes to light. You are a true friend. You ate everything when you were serving as a godfather. First top off, then half done, then..." - "Be quiet!" cried the cat. "One more word, and I will eat you too."
"All gone," was already on the poor mouse's lips. She had scarcely spoken it before the cat sprang on her, seized her, and swallowed her down. You see, that is the way of the world.
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