A modern fairy tale. It is not at all easy to meet an ogre
A modern fairy tale. That little girl listened for hours…
Once upon a time there was a little girl with titian-colored hair, long and straight, with a braid that fell over one shoulder.
She had big green eyes, a delicate, delicate face; she was neither the prettiest nor the ugliest, neither the stupidest nor the cleverest, neither the richest nor the poorest.
Like all little girls, she loved fairy tales, which she listened to with an enchanted gaze on a stage of gnomes, dwarfs, dragons, knights, witches, and ogres, of which her mother was the tireless director, set designer, and actress.
The little girl listened to her for hours, her eyes wide open and her mouth always open in amazement.
She loved them all: from Little Red Riding Hood to Cinderella, from The Three Little Pigs to Thumbelina, from Sleeping Beauty to Hansel and Gretel, and so many more.
Her favorite, however, was Snow White, because each time Mother told it in a different way, the ending was always different.
Children easily mix dream and reality: everything around them is bigger, more colorful, and more intense, and people always seem to be good.
Thanks to her mother’s fairy tales, the little girl never knew how much evil and pain lurked in the world.
As a little girl, all the people she knew were like fantastic and imaginary characters from a fairy tale.
And when she grew up, first a girl and then a woman, her heart always remained that of a child with enchanted eyes, listening in the moonlight.
No, since time immemorial in the world of fairy tales, ogres have been busy awakening children who still live in their golden world of dreams.
They have their own dignity, and above all, they carry out the task assigned to them with eagerness and responsibility.
That is why it is not at all easy to meet an ogre in a modern fairy tale.
It is much easier to stumble upon Tom Thumb, who scatters red-light pictures on the Internet as if they were pebbles, or to observe Sleeping Beauty waiting for Prince Charming in a dilapidated studio apartment in a guêpière.
Or to find Cinderella on the street at midnight, half-naked and without her crystal slippers, handing Little Red Riding Hood her earnings from last night’s work; or to find Hansel and Gretel running a marzipan dating service, where at the entrance the Little Match Girl sells dreams wrapped in a bag of whitish powder.
