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At the place where the meadow meets the woods, there lived a clever girl who was loved by everyone. Her Grandma, who loved her best of all, had sewn for her a red velvet hood-just like the fine ladies wore it everywhere she went, and so the villagers took to calling her Little Red Riding Hood. After a while it seemed that people just forgot her real name because no one ever called her anything else.

One day Red Riding Hood's mother said,
"Your Grandma is not felling well. Will you take her this basket of food?"
The basket was filled with fruit and cheese and bread and butter and soup with a pinch of salt and pepper. (Mother said everthing was better with salt and pepper.)