“Why Grandma, what long ears you have?”
“All the better to hear you with, my dear.”
“And Grandma, what big eyes you have?”
“All the better to see you with, my dear.”
“But Grandma, what big teeth you have!”
“All the better to eat you with!” said the wolf and gobbled her all up...
And then…!!!—the woodman cut off the wolf’s head and slit open his belly and let Miss Hood out again—you visualised her covered from head to toe in blood and guts—in the best version of the story.
Fe, fi, fo fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be him dead,
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.
You bewdy! You could hardly wait for that bit. But like all bullies, the giant was all talk, and it never happened.