Charles Perrault (1628 – 1703)
Author of fairy stories.
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"Anne, my sister Anne, do you see nothing coming?"
"I see nothing but the sun that makes everything dusty, and the grass that grows green."
Her godmother, who was a fairy, said to her, "You want to go to the ball, don't you?"
"Haven't you heard that this house belongs to an ogre who eats little children?"
She then gave her a pair of slippers made of glass, the prettiest in the world.
"Fetch me my seven-league boots so I can catch the children."
These were all the women whom Bluebeard had married, and whose throats he had cut one after the other.
Go into the garden and get me a pumpkin.
Charm is the true gift of the Fairies.
The king was astonished at the vast amount of property owned by the Marquis of Carabas.
When she had done her work, she would go over to the chimney corner, and sit among the cinders.
"...Open anything you want. Go anywhere you wish. But I absolutely forbid you to enter that little room, and if you open it so much as a crack, nothing will protect you from my wrath."
But the blood always remained, for the key was enchanted.
She said to her, "Grandmother, what great arms you have!"
"That's to embrace you the better, my child."
"Grandmother, what great legs you have!"
"That's to run the better, my child."
"Grandmother, what great ears you have!"
"That's to hear the better, my child."
"Grandmother, what great teeth you have!"
"That's for to eat you."
And upon saying these words, this naughty Wolf threw himself upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her.
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