But Red Riding Hood is still picking flowers
and slowly wanders from the path
until suddenly the wolf arrives.
Heavens, what a fright.
I suppose the story of Little Red Riding Hood, in one form or another, is known in most languages. Here are two cards from the Netherlands, dated 1914, showing the beginning and the end of the story. Whether the gorier parts of the story were ever published, or just not collected by the little boy to whom these were addressed, I don't know.A huntsman, Red Riding Hood's Father
is just close to the house
Hears someone there shouting terribly
thinks: there's something wrong.
The earliest printed version of this story is French, Le Petit Chaperon Rouge, dating to the 17th century. It was an even more sinister story in those days, and well suited to be adapted into a horror movie as it now has been.
This is a post for Postcard Friday, which is hosted by Beth Niquette at The Best Hearts are Crunchy.