I remember, when my kids were maybe two years old, I made up a “lighter” version of these fairy tales, so the grandmother or the lazy pig wouldn’t end up being eaten by the wolf. I would scare the wolf away but never burn him to death in the chimney. In my attempt to protect my children from this unpleasantness, I didn’t realize that the fairy tale lost part of its interest; but most importantly, in trying to shield them from its fatal outcome, a valuable lesson conveyed by the story was probably lost.