This is book is about to contain the best topic you've ever read. I will be taking up the task of putting out Charles Perrault's Stories published in 1697 such as Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty In The Woods and comparing them to the Disney Movie Car...
Trigger warning this might may you cry and there are only two stories left to do that come from Hans Christian Anderson Thumbelina and the Emperor's New Clothes
Once upon a time there were five and twenty tin soldiers. They were all brothers, for they had been made from the same tin spoon. As soon as the lid was taken off their box, they heard someone cry, "Soldiers! Soldiers!" and then a little boy drew them out one by one and set them upon a table. It was his birthday and they had been given to him for a present. Each man shoulder his gun and kept his eyes face front. They looked very handsome in their shiny red uniforms, but one was a little different from the others. He had only one leg, for he had been made last and the tin had run out. Yet there he stood, as steadfast on one leg as the others were on two, and he is the hero of this story.
On the table with inc a sondiers were many other toys. The most wonderful of all was a paper castle with tiny windows ad perfect, miniature rooms inside. It was surrounded by small nos and there was even a looking-glass lake with wax swans swimming upon it. A beautiful maiden stood at the door of the castle. She too nad been cut from paper, but she wore a gauze dress and a little he ribbon fastened with a brilliant spangle nearly the size of her face. The maiden held both her arms outstretched, for she was a dancer, and one of her legs was raised high in the air. From is place on the table the tin soldier couldn't see it at all and so he supposed that she, like himself, had only one leg.
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"That is the wife for me!" he thought. "But she is much too grand. How can I offer her a box with five and twenty tin soldiers when she has a castle for her home?" Yet he could not take his eves off the little dancer, who stood upon one leg without ever losing her balance. Late in the evening, when the people of the house went to bed, the toys began to play. They paid visits to one another and fought battles and gave balls. The nutcrackers turned somersaults and the pencil scribbled on the slate. Even the canary in his cage woke up and began to sing. Only the tin soldier and the little dancer did not move. While the other toys romped and chattered, they stood quietly, each upon one leg, dreaming their separate dreams. Then the clock struck twelve and the lid of the snuff box popped up. Inside was a little black goblin, a sort of jack-in-the-box.
