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Little Red Riding Hood
Ladle Rat Rotten Hut
(A story by H. L. Chace - from Word Study, May 1953)
Wants pawn term, dere worsted ladle gull hoe lift wetter murder inner ladle cordage, honor itch offer lodge, dock, florist. Disk ladle gull orphan worry putty ladle rat cluck wetter ladle rat hut, an fur disk raisin pimple colder Ladle Rat Rotten Hut.Wan moaning, Ladle Rat Rotten Hut's murder colder inset. "Ladle Rat Rotten Hut, heresy ladle basking winsome burden barter an shirker cockles. Tick disk ladle basking tutor cordage offergroin-murder hoe lifts honor udder site offer florist. Shaker lake! Dun stopper laundry wrote! Dun stopper peck floors! Dun daily-doily inner florist, an yonder nor sorghum-stenches, dun stopper torque wet strainers!"
"Hoe-cake, murder," resplendent Ladle Rat Rotten Hut, an tickle ladle basking an stuttered oft.
Honor wrote tutor cordage offer groin-murder, Ladle Rat Rotten Hut mitten anomalous woof.
"Wail, wail, wail!" set disk wicket woof, "evanescent Ladle Rat Rotten Hut! Wares are putty ladle gull goring wizard ladle basking?"
"Armor goring tumor groin-murder's," reprisal ladle gull. "Grammar's seeking bet. Armor ticking arson burden an shirker cockles."
"O hoe! Heifer blessing woke," setter wicket woof, butter taught tomb shelf, "Oil tickle shirt court tutor cordage offer groin-murder. Oil ketchup wetter letter, an den - O bore!"
Soda wicket woof tucker shirt court, an whinny retched a cordage offer groin-murder, picked inner windrow, an sore debtor pore oil worming worse lion inner bet. Inner flesh, disk abdominal woof lipped honor bet, paunched honor pore oil worming, an garbled erupt. Den disk ratchet ammonol pot honor groin-murder's nut cup an gnat-gun, any curdled ope inner bet.
Inner ladle wile, Ladle Rat Rotten Hut a raft attar cordage, an ranker dough ball. "Comb ink, sweat hard," setter wicket woof, disgracing is verse.
Ladle Rat Rotten Hut entity bet rum, an stud buyer groin-murder's bet.
"O Grammar!" crater ladle gull historically, "Water bag icer gut! A nervous sore sausage bag ice!"
"Battered lucky chew whiff, sweat hard," setter bloat-Thursday woof, wetter wicket small honors phase.
"O Grammar, water bag noise! A nervous sore suture anomalous prognosis!"
"Battered small your whiff, doling," whiskered dole woof, ants mouse worse waddling.
"O Grammar, water bag mouser gut! A nervous sore suture bag mouse!"
Daze worry on-forger-nut ladle gull's lest warts. Oil offer sodden, caking offer carvers an sprinkling otter bet, disk hoard-hoarded woof lipped own pore Ladle Rat Rotten Hut an garbled erupt.
MURAL: Yonder nor sorghum stenches shut ladle gulls stopper torque wet strainers.
Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived with her mother in a little cottage on the edge of a large dark forest. This little girl often wore a little cloak with her pretty little red hat, and for this reason people called her little red riding hood. One morning red riding hood's mother called her inside: ``Little red riding hood, here is a little basket with some bread and butter and sugar cookies. Take this little basket to the cottage of your grand-mother who lives on the other side of the forest. Shake your leg, don't stop along the road, and under no circumstances can stop and talk with strangers.''``Okay, mother,'' reponded little red riding hood, and took the little basket and started off. On her road to the cottage of her grandmother, little red riding hood met and enormous wolf.
``Well, well, well,'' said the wicked wolf, ``Heavan sent little red riding hood! Where is our pretty little girl going with her basket?''
``I am going to my grand mother's,'' replies little girl. ``Grandma is sick in bed. I am taking her some bread and butter and sugar cookies.''
``Oh ho! Have a pleasant walk,'' said the wicked wolf, but he thought to himself. ``I'll take a short cut to the cottage of her grandmother. I'll catch up with her later, and then - Oh boy!''
So the wicked wolf took a short cut, and when her reached the cottage of her grand mother, peeked in her window and saw that poor old woman was lying in her bed. In a flash this abominable wolf slipped in her bed and grabbed her robe. Then he pulled on the grand mother's night cap and got in and curled up in her bed.
I a little while little red riding hood arrived at the cottage and rang the door bell. ``Come in, sweatheart,'' said the wicked wolf, disguising his voice. Little red riding hood entered the bed room and stood by her grandmother's bed. ``O Grandma,'' cried little girl, ``What big eyes you got! I never saw such big eyes!'' ``Better to look at you with, darling,'' whispered this wretched wolk, with a wicked smile. ``O grandma, what a big nose! I never saw such a enormous proboscis!'' ``Better to smell you with,'' insists the wolf, and his mouth was watering. ``O grandma, what a big mouth you got! I never saw such a big mouth!''
These were the unfortunate girl's last words. All of a sudden throwing off off the covers and springing out of bed, this cruel and bloodthirsty wolf seized poor little red riding hood and gobbled her up.
Moral: Under no circumstances should little girls stop and talk with strangers.
