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Red-Cap, however, quickly fetched great stones with which they

filled the wolf's belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run

away, but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and

fell dead.

Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf's

skin and went home with it; the grandmother ate the cake and

drank the wine which Red-Cap had brought, and revived, but

Red-Cap thought to herself: 'As long as I live, I will never by

myself leave the path, to run into the wood, when my mother has

forbidden me to do so.'