Rapunzel
grew into the most beautiful child under the sun. When she was twelve
years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower, which lay in a
forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but ...
Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood. (Charles Perrault)