I grew up listening to stories of fairies, ghosts, witches, and shrewd foxes from my grandma. It would depend on her mood, when happy it’s about fairies and prince/kingdom. The outcome would be union, happiness, and courage.
When Grandma would be in the mood of sharing wisdom, the knowledge it will be about foxes, cows, and crows. Most of it can be relatable with Upanisads.
There would be days when I annoy her a lot and the result would be stories about evil witches and ghosts. How they would come to eat small kids of my age. My grandma knew I would be scared after listening to these and as a result, I had permission to wake her at night when I had to go for a toilet at midnight. [I would get scared of anything at night, the day was when I was on my own]
Reading fiction has made me go back to memory lane and think.