Fairytales are not what they seem. Essay

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Sex. Pure unadulterated sex. When we think of sex, it is not usually in the context of a fairytale. Fairytales are for children, virgin ears. Over the years, fairytales have been “cleaned up” for young ears- we have become accustomed to the bland Disney versions of tales. How many of us can recount a version separate from the animated classics of our childhood? It is truly hard to believe that sometimes there are much more racy versions of these same tales.
Today, I ‘d like to share one such variation of Little Red Riding Hood called In the Company of Wolves, written by Angela Carter. I will recount ancient folklore of werewolves, introduce the sexually charged characters as I walk with you through the seemingly familiar yet much …show more content…

She has been loved too much to know how to be scared.

It was the middle of winter, and the silence of the woods seemed to close down upon our heroine like a pair of jaws. Suddenly she heard a distant howl of a wolf, and she sprang to the handle of a well-concealed knife, but nobody was there. Suddenly, a clamor among the bushed produced a fully clothed and very handsome young man holding a very large rifle. They walked along the worn path for some time together laughing like old friends. It was only a mere half-mile to go till the warmth and safety of her grandmother’s house when the dashing young stranger proposed a bet. He insisted that with the help of a compass, he would surely make it to the grandmother’s house before she would on the path. A game was made of it, and if he won, he was to have a kiss. At the mention of the kiss, Little Red lowered her eyes and blushed, commonplace of rustic seduction. Although it was getting dark, she wanted to dawdle on her way so that the handsome gentleman would win his wager. She forgot to be afraid of the beasts.

TR*: It was this wager that was to signal the end of innocence for our young heroine.

The handsome young man arrived at grandmother’s house first with a trace of blood on his chin. He knocked on the door with his hairy knuckles and announced himself in high soprano as her granddaughter. After entering he removed his disguise, and granny could see his matted hair streaming down his white shirt, lice moving within it.

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