It used to puzzle me how they always preferred the original story as retold by their grandfather. They didn’t flinch when the wolf gobbled up one pig after another or when the wolf’s stomach was cut open to save Red Riding Hood’s grandmother. Believe me, my girls are not insensitive, but they see death as natural to all living things (pets included!). My mistake, a common error of modern parents, was trying to overprotect them from this reality.
