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Rødhætte

Der var engang en sød, lille pige, som alle mennesker holdt meget af, men ingen elskede hende som hendes bedstemor, der slet ikke vidste, hvor godt hun skulle gøre det for hende. En gang gav hun hende en lille rød fløjlshue, der klædte hende sÃ¥ godt, at hun altid gik med den, og derfor blev hun kaldt Rødhætte. En dag sagde hendes mor til hende: “Se her, lille Rødhætte, her har du et stykke kage og en flaske vin, kan du bringe det hen til bedstemor. Hun er syg og svag, sÃ¥ det vil nok styrke hende. Du mÃ¥ helst gÃ¥ med det samme, før det bliver alt for varmt, men gÃ¥ nu pænt den lige vej og pas pÃ¥, du ikke falder og slÃ¥r flasken itu. Og husk sÃ¥ at sige goddag straks, nÃ¥r nu kommer ind i stuen, og stÃ¥ ikke først og se dig om.”

“Jeg skal nok huske det altsammen,” sagde Rødhætte og gav sin mor hÃ¥nden pÃ¥ det. Bedstemoderen boede ude i skoven, en halv times gang fra landsbyen. Da Rødhætte kom ind i skoven mødte hun ulven, men hun var slet ikke bange, for hun anede ikke, hvor slem den er. “Goddag, Rødhætte,” sagde den. “Goddag,” svarede hun. “Hvor skal du hen sÃ¥ tidlig?” - “Jeg skal til bedstemor.” - “Hvad er det, du har under forklædet?” - “Det er kager og vin. Vi har bagt i gÃ¥r, og nu skal stakkels, gamle bedste ogsÃ¥ have noget med.” - “Hvor bor din bedstemor, lille Rødhætte?” - “Ã…h, det er vel et kvarters gang herfra. Hendes hus ligger under de tre store egetræer, du ved nok.” - “Dét er én rigtig lækker lille mundfuld*,” tænkte ulven ved sig selv, “hun vil nok smage bedre end den gamle. Nu vil jeg bære mig rigtig snildt ad, sÃ¥ jeg fÃ¥r fat i dem begge to.” Den fulgte nu Rødhætte et lille stykke pÃ¥ vej, og lidt efter sagde den til hende: “Se engang de dejlige blomster, Rødhætte, du ser dig slet ikke om. Du hører vist ikke engang, hvor kønt fuglene synger. Du skynder dig ligesÃ¥ meget, som om du skulle i skole, og der er dog sÃ¥ dejligt herude i skoven.”

Rødhætte sÃ¥ sig om. SolstrÃ¥lerne skinnede mellem bladene ned pÃ¥ de mange kønne blomster, og hun tænkte: “Bedstemor ville sikkert blive glad for en buket blomster. Det er sÃ¥ tidligt, sÃ¥ jeg kan godt nÃ¥ at plukke nogle.” Hun gik nu ind mellem træerne og begyndte at plukke, men nÃ¥r hun havde plukket en, syntes hun, at der stod nogle meget kønnere længere borte, og pÃ¥ den mÃ¥de kom hun dybere og dybere ind i skoven. Ulven gik imidlertid den lige vej til bedstemoderens hus og bankede pÃ¥: “Hvem er det,” spurgte hun. “Det er mig, lille Rødhætte, med kager og vin til dig,” svarede ulven. “Tryk pÃ¥ klinken,” rÃ¥bte bedstemoderen, “jeg er sÃ¥ dÃ¥rlig, at jeg ikke kan stÃ¥ op.” Ulven trykkede pÃ¥ klinken, sÃ¥ døren gik op, og uden at sige et ord gik den lige hen til sengen og slugte den gamle bedstemor. SÃ¥ tog den hendes klæder pÃ¥, lagde sig i sengen og trak forhænget for.

Rødhætte havde imidlertid plukket lige sÃ¥ mange blomster, hun kunne bære, og kom langt om længe hen til huset. Hun kunne ikke forstÃ¥, at døren var Ã¥ben, og da hun kom ind i stuen, blev hun sÃ¥ underlig til mode, og det kunne hun slet ikke begribe, for hun holdt ellers sÃ¥ meget af at være hos sin bedstemor. “Goddag,” sagde hun, men der var ingen, som svarede. Hun gik sÃ¥ hen til sengen og trak forhænget til side, og der lÃ¥ bedstemoderen med natkappen trukket dybt ned i panden og sÃ¥ sÃ¥ underlig ud. “Sikke lange ører du har, bedstemor,” sagde Rødhætte. “Det er for at jeg bedre kan høre, hvad du siger.” - “Og sikke store øjne du har, bedstemor.” - “Det er for at jeg bedre kan se dig.” - “Men sikke store hænder du har, bedstemor.” - “SÃ¥ kan jeg bedre holde pÃ¥ dig.” - “Men, bedstemor, sikken en forfærdelig stor mund du har.” - “Det er for at jeg bedre kan æde dig,” sagde ulven, og i samme øjeblik sprang den ud af sengen og slugte den stakkels lille Rødhætte.

Da ulven nu havde fÃ¥et sin lyst styret, lagde den sig igen i sengen og snorkede sÃ¥ huset rystede. Jægeren gik netop forbi og tænkte: “Det er dog løjerligt, sÃ¥ den gamle kone snorker. Det er bedst, jeg gÃ¥r ind og ser, om der er noget i vejen.” Han gik ind i stuen og fandt ulven liggende i sengen. “Nu har jeg dig da endelig, din gamle synder,” sagde han, “jeg har rigtignok længe søgt efter dig.” Han skulle lige til at skyde den, da han kom i tanker om, at ulven kunne have slugt den gamle bedstemor, og at hun mÃ¥ske var levende endnu. Han tog derfor sin kniv og begyndte at skære ulvens bug op. Da han havde gjort et par snit, sÃ¥ han den røde hue skinne, og lidt efter sprang den lille pige ud og rÃ¥bte: “Nej, hvor jeg var bange. Der var sÃ¥ mørkt i ulvens mave.” Den gamle bedstemor kom ogsÃ¥ ud, men hun var meget forpustet og kunne næsten ikke fÃ¥ vejret. Rødhætte hentede i en fart nogle store sten og puttede dem ind i maven pÃ¥ ulven, og da den vÃ¥gnede og ville løbe sin vej, faldt den om og var død med det samme.

De var alle tre meget glade. Jægeren trak skindet af ulven og tog det med sig hjem, bedstemoderen spiste kage og drak vin og kom igen til hægterne, og lille Rødhætte lovede sig selv, at hun aldrig mere ville løbe ind i skoven, når hendes mor havde forbudt hende det.


Man fortæller ogsÃ¥, at da Rødhætte en anden gang ville bringe sin bedstemor nogle kager, mødte hun igen en ulv, som ville lokke hende ind i skoven. Men Rødhætte tog sig vel i agt og gik lige hen og fortalte sin bedstemor, at hun havde mødt en ulv. “Den sÃ¥ sÃ¥ ond ud,” sagde hun, “sÃ¥ jeg er vis pÃ¥, den havde spist mig, hvis det ikke havde været pÃ¥ den vej, hvor der kommer sÃ¥ mange mennesker forbi.” - “Lad os lukke døren, sÃ¥ den ikke kan komme herind,” sagde bedstemoderen. Kort efter bankede ulven pÃ¥ døren og sagde: “Luk op, bedstemor, det er Rødhætte der kommer med kager til dig.” De svarede ikke, og ulven listede sig nogle gange rundt om huset, men sprang til sidst op pÃ¥ taget for at vente der, til Rødhætte gik hjem om aftenen, og sÃ¥ snige sig efter hende og æde hende i mørket. Men bedstemoderen mærkede nok, hvad den havde i sinde. Udenfor huset stod der et stort stentrug, og hun sagde nu til pigen: “Jeg har kogt pølser i gÃ¥r, lille Rødhætte. Tag det vand, jeg har kogt dem i, og hæld det ud i truget.” Rødhætte gjorde det, og lugten af pølserne trængte op til ulven. Den snusede og kiggede ned, og strakte til sidst hals, sÃ¥ den tabte ligevægten og gled ned ad taget, lige i det store trug og druknede. Men Rødhætte gik glad hjem, og der var ingen, som gjorde hende noget.

 

How much have you trolled me (proof): CBF


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Do you know that I like to be trolled: Probs...

Do you know I'm great at oral sex: My dogs better...

 

How much have you trolled me (proof):
Only once but it was good http://sythe.org/showthread.php?t=1146526

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You should def put me in you

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I'll probably get lazy and forget about you when I leave this thread

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No i don't.... yet

 

How much have you trolled me (proof): None, none at all.


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Are you going to continue to troll me: I could start if you'd like.


Do you know that I like to be trolled: Yessurs.


Do you know I'm great at oral sex: No, but I'm quick to learn.

 

Red Cap

There was once a sweet little girl who everyone loved, but no one loved her as her grandmother, who did not know how well she would do it for her. One time she gave her a little red fløjlshue which suited her so well that she always wore it and therefore she was called Little Red Riding Hood. One day her mother said to her: "Look, Little Red Cap, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine, you can bring them to your grandmother. She is sick and weak, so it will do her well. You should preferably go away before it gets too hot, but now go nicely the straight path and being careful not to fall, and turn the bottle broke. And remember to say hello as soon as now comes into the room, and do not stand above and look around. "

"I'll remember it all," said Little Red Riding Hood and gave her mother so. The grandmother lived out in the woods, a half hour from the village. When Little Red Cap entered the woods she met the wolf, but she was not afraid because she had no idea how bad it is. "Hello, Little Red Riding Hood," it said. "Hello," she replied. "Where are you going so early?" - "I'm going to Grandma." - "What do you have under your apron?" - "The cakes and wine. We baked yesterday, and now poor old best also to bring anything. "-" Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood? "-" Oh, it's a good quarter hour from here. Her house lies under the three large oak trees, you know. "-" It's a really delicious little mouthful *, "said the wolf to himself," she would probably taste better than the old. Now I carry myself very easily along, so I get them both. "The Little Red Riding Hood took him a little piece of road, and shortly afterwards she said to her:" Look at the lovely flowers, Red Cap, you look at all not on. You hear some not even know how beautiful birds sing. You are walking along as much as if you were in school and there is so beautiful in the woods. "

Red Cap looked around. Sunbeams shone among the leaves down on the many beautiful flowers, and she thought: "Grandma would probably be happy with a bouquet of flowers. It is still early, so I'll be home on time. "She went off into the woods and began to pluck, but when she had picked one, she thought that there were some much nicer farther away, and thus came her deeper and deeper into the forest. But the wolf ran straight to grandmother's house and knocked on the door: "Who is it," she asked. "It's me, Little Red Riding Hood, with cakes and wine for you," replied the wolf. "Press the latch," cried the grandmother, "I'm so bad that I can not stand up." Wolf pressed the latch, and the door opened, and without saying a word went straight to bed and devoured the grandmother . Then he took her clothes and lay down in bed and pulled the curtains shut.

Red Riding Hood, however, had picked as many flowers she could bear, and came finally to the house. She could not understand why the door was open, and when she came into the room, she was so strange fashion, and she could not imagine, for she did so much else to be with his grandmother. "Hello," she said, but there was no one responded. Then she went to bed and pulled back the curtains and there was the grandmother with natkappen pulled down over his forehead and looked very strange. "What big ears you have, grandma," said Little Red Riding Hood. "It is better to hear what you say." - "And what big eyes you have, grandma." - "It is better to see you." - "But what big hands you have! . - "All the better to grab you." - "But, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have." - "It is better to eat you," said the wolf, and at that moment it sprang out of bed and swallowed the poor little Red Riding Hood.

Because the wolf had finished his curiosity-driven, laid it down again in bed and snoring so that the house shook. The huntsman was just passing and thought, "This is really strange, so the old woman snores. It is best I go to see if there is something wrong. "He walked into the room and found the wolf lying in bed. "Now I have you at last, you old sinner," he said, "I've certainly long been looking for you." He was going to shoot it because he remembered that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that maybe she was still alive. So he took a knife and started cutting the wolf's belly. As he had done a few cuts, he saw the red cap shining through, and shortly after the girl jumped out and shouted: "Oh, I was scared. It was so dark in the wolf's stomach. "The old grandmother also came out, but she was very breathless and could hardly breathe. Red Riding Hood got in a hurry some big rocks and put them into the belly of the wolf, and when it awoke and tried to run away, fell down and died instantly.

They were all three very happy. The hunter pulled the skin of the wolf and took it home with him, the grandmother ate cake and drank wine and came back to recover, and Little Red Riding Hood promised herself that she would never again run into the woods when her mother had forbidden her.


They also tell that when Red Riding Hood a second time would bring her grandmother some cakes, she met again a wolf that would lure her into the woods. But Little Red Cap took care that guard and walked right over and told his grandmother that she had met a wolf. "It looked so bad off," she said, "so I'm certain it had eaten me, if it had not been on the road where there are so many people over." - "Let's close the door, so can not come in here, "said the grandmother. Shortly afterwards the wolf knocked on the door and said, "Shut up, grandma, it's Little Red Riding Hood comes with cake for you." They did not answer, and the wolf slipped a few times around the house, but finally jumped onto the roof to wait there, to Little Red Riding Hood went home at night and then sneak behind her and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what he was up to. Outside the house stood a large stonetroughs and she said to the girl: "I cooked some sausages yesterday, Little Red Riding Hood. Take the water I boiled them in and pour it into the trough. "Little Red Riding Hood did it, and smell of sausages penetrated up to the wolf. It sniffed and looked down, and stretching his neck so the lost balance and slid off the roof, right in the large trough and was drowned. But Red Riding Hood went joyously home, and there was no one drowned.

 

"Little Red Riding Hood"
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