The porridge always confused me when I was a little girl. Shouldn't the daddy bear's big bowl of porridge be too hot because it was in the biggest bowl? Wouldn't the baby bear's bowl be the coldest unless it was thermoinsulated? I'd have picked the mommy bear's bowl to be just right with the right amount of brown sugar and raisins. (Not that I was ever the kind of naughty little girl that went around breaking into strange bears' houses in the middle of the forest, no not me.)
"Deeper
meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than
in any truth that is taught in life."
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