L’histoire du loup rose

1- Sometimes, we’re just not flexible enough to hear an alternative version.
2- Any discussion requires lexical clarification for all protagonists to truly understand each other.
3- Fairy tales can scar you for life.

When I was four or five, my father used to tell me the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a big bad wolf. He had eaten many children in his days, because that is what big bad wolves do for a living. However, as time passed, he grew remorseful; the devoured children came to haunt him, and he decided to give it all up. Reform. Repent. Live a new life as a brand new wolf. He became a strict vegetarian, surviving on berries that he gathered in the woods.
And then an incredible thing happened: his coat turned pink. And a new life began. […other adventures of the pink wolf..]
I bawled and screamed and generally freaked out every time I heard this story, for all I could seem to hear was the word ‘wolf’. Never mind his remorse, his pinkiness, his new resolutions; a wolf would be a wolf and that was a bad, scary thing with sharp teeth dripping blood. Traditional fairy tale conditioning [wolf=evil] had already done its job.

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I had another Friend date on Sunday, Internet. I would like to express my doubts as to whether I will go on wild adventures with that person, for I was bored.
Maybe she thought the same about me. Who knows.