<![CDATA[Fairytale Versus Reality]]>I love fairytales. My favorite Disney™ animated film is still Cinderella. Oh sure… I like most of them, even with the creative license the screenwriters take, though sometimes they take it too far (*cough* Pocahontas *cough* Little Mermaid *cough*). Reading them in their original wording is far more sinister and suspenseful than Stephen King.

The other day I was chatting with Hubby via text messages. He had mentioned he had seen a children’s book of stories at the market, and had recognized some words. I had to laugh, because he told me he tried reading Goldilocks.

Me: Not to spoil it for you, but she breaks into a house, steals food and breaks furniture, finally passing out from her wild rampage.

Hubby: Really?!? She seems like such a nice little girl.

Me: Her name is a thinly veiled reference to her cat burglar days, when she would break the safe locks to steal gold. Do not be fooled!!

Hubby: Hehehe…

And of course, the ultimate fairytale has to be The Wizard of Oz.

Placed in appropriate context, any story can be a fairytale. Likewise, any fairytale can become bitter reality.

It’s all a question of angles 😉

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