Snow White and Rose Red by Chris Beatrice
One evening, as they were thus sitting comfortably
together, someone knocked at the door as if he
wished to be let in. The mother said: ’Quick, Rose-red,
open the door, it must be a traveller who is seeking shelter.
’ Rose-red went and pushed back the bolt, thinking
that it was a poor man, but it was not; it was a
bear that stretched his broad, black head within the door.