Original Version by Charles Perrault:

Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood. 

One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter." 

Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village. As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother." 

"Does she live far off?" said the wolf 

"Oh I say," answered Little Red Riding Hood; "it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village." 

"Well," said the wolf, "and I'll go and see her too. I'll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first." 

The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman's house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap. 

"Who's there?" 

"Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; "who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother." 

The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." 

The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had eaten. He then shut the door and got into the grandmother's bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap. 

"Who's there?" 

Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, "It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you." 

The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." 

Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. 

The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, "Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come get into bed with me." 

Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes and got into bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and said to her, "Grandmother, what big arms you have!" 

"All the better to hug you with, my dear." 

"Grandmother, what big legs you have!" 

"All the better to run with, my child." 

"Grandmother, what big ears you have!" 

"All the better to hear with, my child." 

"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" 

"All the better to see with, my child." 

"Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!"

 "All the better to eat you up with." 

And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up. 

Moral: Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all. 

After Google Translate (I'm going to keep it the way it was when I copied if from Google Translate.):

Once the town farm girl with the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

Very fond of him seeing his mother and grandmother fell in love with it even more. This is a beautiful woman

Down in the red. This very well adjusted girl everyone called it red.

Little Red Riding Hood

On the next day, he was preparing a cake, it was told him: Thy mother and his.

His grandmother, for my sake, will I do, that I may not, I have heard very bad. ' Him to bring a small cake and butter cans.

Little Red Riding Hood had left his grandmother, who lived in another town.

In the forest, he met a wolf who wants to eat, but to give.

We are working through a nearby forest for timber. He asked the place you want to go. And the poor

As a child, he would not be at risk of a wolf, and said talk.

Grandma, please go to my mother's cake and butter. '

"Do you live far away? ' wolf says

"Oh," I said, "Little Red Riding Hood replied," It is located on the outside of the plant you have there looks.

The city ".

The wolf, "said I," said he, "and they also provoked her.

And it will not be the first. '

The girl can choose the shortest way, as much as she turned to meet the she-wolf,

Or that one of a nut, do not gather, to be hunted out, and the butterfly from it, whether it be a tricky subject and is to pick up a bouquet of flowers. there was no

As the wolf to the old lady in the house. And as Peter knocked at the gate.

"Who are you?"

'Your grandson, Little Red Riding Hood "and the answer is no wolf imitating his voice." Who took

You cake, you sent your mother for you. '

Lying in bed, and the weakness is a little better grandmother cried;

Both bond issues. '

Wolf draws a circle on the door is opened, it fell my husband.

Whenever more than three days have passed, the thoughts from eating together, and he ate it for a while. Then close the door

The grandmother in bed, so there was a little waiting for Little Red Riding Hood.

Gate, press, flute, harp.

"Who are you?"

I heard a great voice out of the red, the hood, the wolf was a child when for the first time then you scare me. But I do not believe

The grandmother was cool voice, donkeys and said. "Little Red Riding Hood with grandchildren.

Who had come to thee, I will give you a cup and brought him to the mass of the butter, and they are sent.

I call upon the a voice of the wolf as much as affixed to them. Pull out the "opening coil are closed.

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Little Red Riding Hood to pull the door open, and a coil.

The wolf, and said beds, under a set of "bread

A small pot, set it by means of the oil, I pray thee, with me, could not sleep. '

Little Red Riding Hood to bed and take off clothes. I was very surprised, to see how

The grandmother said, looking back at the Circus, "Grandma, you have large hands?"

"I kiss you, honey. "

"Grandma, what big feet? '

"'D better have a son."

Grandma, you have big ears.

"Listen to my son."

"Grandma, I have eyes."

"In order to look good, son."

"Grandma, I have a good mark of a tooth?"

"What is better."

And after saying these words, the wicked wolf in Little Red Riding Hood and ate everything.

To force the most exposed to the women, and the little children may not say to the moral teaching of a foreign god.

How to do that is to have luncheon with the wolf they can not be customers. I will see fit to acknowledge that a "wolf", but there it was a wolf are not belong to one of the species. it is

There are also attractive and, if the calm that education suffered a very pleasant, sweet, young woman chasing

At home and on the road. And from this in spite of all this good-looking wolf, dangerous.