Santa brought Ally a new book for Christmas. 5 Minute Fables or Fairytales or something like that. Really the only important part was the "5 minutes". 5 minutes till peace, 5 minutes to adult time, 5 minutes till the end of bedtime routine hysteria.
It all sounded so promising. Until DH read Ally Little Red Riding Hood. In this version the Wolf escapes the hunter's gun. Escapes into the woods, leaving Red and her Grandma and MY DAUGHTER terrified that he'll return at any moment to finish what he started.
Ever since its first reading 3 nights ago, Ally has had to check that the Wolf would not be coming to her house. Each night we reassure her that the Wolf would never come here. Never battle with her big strong daddy or her 3 cats (apparently mommy will just roll over and let the wolf attack).
She is terrified of this wolf. This from the child who loves Scooby-Doo. Begs for Scooby. Wants to fight monsters day and night. Now she's terrified of a Wolf in a story because the damn hunter couldn't aim straight.
This is why you don't mess with the classics, people!! They wolf dies for a reason.