12 Shortly afterwards, the Wolf arrived at the old woman’s house. He knocked at the door: Knock, knock! “Who is there?” “Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” the Wolf said, changing his voice, “who is bringing you some cake and a jar of butter from her mom.” The grandmother, still in bed and ill, shouted, “Pull the peg, and the latch will fall!” The Wolf pulled the peg and the door opened. ’Aita i maoro ’o Ruto i te tāpaera’a i te fare o te tupuna vahine. Pātōtō ihora i te ’ūputa : Tōtō, tō ! - ’O vai terā ? - ’O tā ’oe mo’otua ’o Fāupo’o ’Ura Iti, pāhono atu ra ’o Ruto ma te fa’ahuru’ē i tōna reo. Tē ’āfa’i mai nei au i te tahi faraoa mōmona ’e te tahi ’āu’a pata o tā tō’u māmā i fa’aineine nā ’oe. Tei ni’a noa ā ’o māmā ’ū i te ro’i, tē māuiui ri’i ra, tuō noa mai nei : - ’A huti te titi, e topa te tāpe’a ! Huti a’e nei te ruto i te titi ’e matara mai nei te ’ōpani.
RkJQdWJsaXNoZXIy NzgwOTcw