hans my hedgehog

An idea for the next Russian doll.

Once upon a time there was a peasant who had money and land enough, but as rich as he was, there was still something missing from his happiness: He had no children with his wife. Often when he went to the city with the other peasants, they would mock him and ask him why he had no children. He finally became angry, and when he returned home, he said, “I will have a child, even if it is a hedgehog.”

Then his wife had a baby, and the top half was a hedgehog and the bottom half a boy.

red riding hood


Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child.

Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called ‘Little Red Riding Hood.’

the grandmother

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother’s bed, and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

After that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe.

the wolf

There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.

     ‘Oh! grandmother,’ she said, ‘what big ears you have!’

     ‘All the better to hear you with, my child,’ was the reply.

     ‘But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!’ she said.

     ‘All the better to see you with, my dear.’

     ‘But, grandmother, what large hands you have!’

     ‘All the better to hug you with.’

     ‘Oh! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!’

     ‘All the better to eat you with!’