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fandomhigh2011-06-08 03:49 am
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Sex And Candy, Wednesday, Second Period
"So, one of the problems of fairy tales is that they are sometimes contradictory in the messages they try to teach," Cindy said, as students filed into the Danger Shop, set up to look like a vast forest with a single path winding through the middle. "Some of them try to tell you that so long as you follow the rules and work hard, everything will be okay. Others make a point of life's unfairness, where people even decent people get the short end of the stick and children die for getting dirty. While most of them stress how important it is to be kind to those you meet, no matter how lowly or common they appear to be, some show how easily kindness can be repaid by cruelty. Sure, most of those usually end with the bad guys getting their comeuppance, but most of those endings seem tacked on at the last minute. It's the suffering that gets most of the attention."
Of course, part of that could be blamed on sheer human nature and what people found most interesting to hear about, but that was a lecture for a different day.
"So, today, we're going to experiment with the arbitrary nature of fairy tales," Cindy continued, and please ignore that little grin she can't quite get rid of. "Your job is to deliver this basket--" and with the click of a button, there were a stack of picnic baskets by her feet "--through the woods to Grandmother's house. Stay on the path and don't forget--" She clicked another button and stopped biting back the grin. "--Your little red hood."
[Many thanks to
furnaceface for helping me iron out the OCD!]
Of course, part of that could be blamed on sheer human nature and what people found most interesting to hear about, but that was a lecture for a different day.
"So, today, we're going to experiment with the arbitrary nature of fairy tales," Cindy continued, and please ignore that little grin she can't quite get rid of. "Your job is to deliver this basket--" and with the click of a button, there were a stack of picnic baskets by her feet "--through the woods to Grandmother's house. Stay on the path and don't forget--" She clicked another button and stopped biting back the grin. "--Your little red hood."
[Many thanks to

Re: Random Encounters!
The spider looked up at her with something close to curiosity. "It is what fell into my web. I am hungry, I will eat. This is the way of the forest. Are you suggesting I should eat some other small creature?"
[I looked up spider pics for you. LOVE ME.]
Re: Random Encounters!
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"No," the spider answered immediately. "I was not formed to eat such things. I am not a bee or an ant or a worm. I am a spider and spiders ear other creatures. Perhaps in turn, I will be eaten by a bird or a lizard and thus the circle continues."
Re: Random Encounters!
Just because it was the way of things, didn't mean she liked it.
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"I will not," the spider promised and quick as lightning, struck out at the spider with its fangs. The ant went still and the spider began wrapping it more tightly in silk. "I will wait till you go to feed," it decided.
See? Polite spider!
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And on her way, she got herself properly scratched and soaked as she helped both animals in danger. She wasn't about to leave them at the mercy of people.