From "8:The Untold Story of the 8th Dwarf" by Michael Mullin

The stories we pass down from parent to child

Were once filled with darkness, but somehow turned mild.

We tweak and revise, and when all else fails

We choose to omit certain crucial details.

Until they're forgotten, and nobody knows

How a story originally, truthfully goes.

Take Snow White, for example. A popular tale

With plenty of unpleasant truths to unveil.

For instance, I’d wager that you didn’t know

Seven lived in that cottage … while one lived below.

It wasn’t always that way. They once lived as eight.

‘Til he changed into strange: staying up, sleeping late.

He ate less and less, turning skeleton-thin,

And shaved his beard down to a patch on his chin.

He was twisted and moody. A freak to the letter.

Calling him “Creepy” didn’t make things much better.