Goldie knew if she didn't do something quickly, the wolf would catch her.
With great difficulity she unlatched her backpack and grabbed out her
sandwichwes. Unwrapping them she began to break them into small bits,
which she threw behind her. It worked! The wolf stopped to pick up
every little bit and eat it.
Soon a clearing came in sight and in the centre was the strangest house
she had ever seen, it was brown and where the sun shone on it, it shimmered.
Then a breaze wafted past her and she realised the house was made of
gingerbread. The smell was mouth watering.
Goldie ran to the front door and knocked.
"Who's knocking at my door?" said a woman's voice.
"Goldie Lox and a big bad wolf is chasing me. Oh
please let me in."
The door opened. The oldest woman Goldie had ever seen stood there.
"Quickly my dear." the woman said as she grabbed Goldie and dragged her
into the house.
No sooner had the door closed when there came a bold knocking.
"Who's knocking on my door?" asked the old woman.
"Mr. Wolf and I want Goldie Lox, give her to me or I'll
huff and I'll puff and I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN."
"NO" yelled the old lady.
So the wolf huffed and he puffed but he could not blow the house down.
Then there came a munching and a crunching! The old woman called out
"Who's nibbling at my house?"
"Give me Goldie Lox or I'll eat your house all up." cried the wolf.
The woman opened the door. She pointed her finger at the wolf. She
uttered some strange words that Goldie did not know. Much to Goldie's
astonishment, the wolf turned into a little mouse, that then ran squeaking
into the woods. Goldie realised the old woman was a witch. She was now
very nervous.
"Thank you so much, b..bu..but I have to go now" she stammered.
"Can you do me a favour?" asked the witch.
"Depends" said a very cautious Goldie.
"In the next clearing lives my twin sister, can you take her a note
from me, please,"
It seemed a simple request so Goldie, who was a well mannered child.
"Okay." said Goldie and waited while the witch wrote the note.
In the next clearing was a tall tower. Goldie walked up to it and knocked
on the door.
"Come in" called out a voice.
Goldie walked in and saw an old woman laying on the floor.
"I have a note from your sister." said Goldie.
"Thank goodness someone has come." said the old woman, as Goldie gave her
the note.
"I've hurt my leg and my poor dog is tied up at the top of the tower with
no water, can you go and untie him, please?" said the old woman.
"Of course." said Goldie, who also had a kind heart.
Goldie ran up the spiral staircase to the top room of the tower, but when she
went in, she found it empty. There was no dog! The door slammed shut.
"When my sister comes, we'll have you for dinner." cried out the old woman.
Goldie ran to the one window and pushed it open. It was a long way to the ground.
She couldn't jump that far. What could she do? She dumped the contents of her
backpack onto the floor. Yes, a pair of scissors! Quickly she hacked off her hair.
She tied the plait to the window so that it could be seen from the doorway, the
rest she dropped out the window so that it hung down the wall of the tower.
When thw witches unlocked the door and came into the tower they saw the hair.
"She's escaped!" they yelled together.
As they rushed to the window, Goldie came out from behind the door. She ran from
the room. Now it was her turn to slam the door and throw the bolt.
Once more she was on the run.
As the sun began to slowly sink in the west, Goldie arrived back at grandma's house.
Goldie was sent to bed, witout any supper, for having cut off her hair. All night
her stomach growled as she had missed lunch too. Goldie did not care. She was so
thankful to be alive. She vowed never to go exploring in the woods again and so
LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER."
Can you pick out the various tales this story was based on? I will tell you next time.
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