"Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Isabella who captured the heart of her King. They married and their first child was an adorable little girl, Amelie. Isabella had an older sister, though, one who was a witch and hated her sister for becoming Queen. In the dark of night, the witch stole into the nursery and placed a curse on the baby. On her tenth birthday, long after her parents grew to love her and cherish her, she would fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, never to awaken-"
"Daddy," Amelie interrupted sternly, "that's not how the story goes. What about the spinning wheel? And it's supposed to happen when she's sixteen, so she can find someone to fall in love with first and he can kiss her to wake her up!"
He smiled indulgently at his little girl. "I'm telling it how it really was, though. Disney changed the story a lot."
"I like the Disney one," she pouted and pulled up her Tinker Bell sheets to cover all but her head in protest.
Chuckling lightly, Allen reached out to ruffle her hair and tried not to mock her too much. "Disney makes everything sugar-coated. Not too much danger or death, and everyone who deserves one gets a happy ending. The bad people either die or get punished. Real life isn't like that, sweetheart. Sometimes good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people."
"That sucks. I want the Disney version."
"Everyone does, sweetie. Everyone does."