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."
-- Johann C. Friedrich von Schiller
