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" ...] Little Red Riding-Hood. Why, don't you know me? I'm little Red Riding-Hood. Wolf. I'm a stranger in this place, little girl; but I shall know you the next time I see you-ugh, ugh What have you in your pretty basket, little Red Riding-Hood? It smells like honey. Little Red Riding-Hood. It is honey, Mr. Wolf. I am taking it to my dear grandmother. Wolf. Are you all alone in the wood, my child? Isn't your mother with you? Aren't you afraid? ...]."
