When they had gone a great part of the way, the White Bear said: “Are you afraid?”
“No, That I am not,” said she.
The Grey Wolf
All at once he heard the sound of a crunching of bones-not as if a creature was eating them, but as if they were ground by the teeth of rage and disappointment; looking up, he saw close above him the mouth of the little cavern in which he had taken refuge the day before. Summoning all his resolution, he passed it slowly and softly. From within came the sounds of a mingled moaning and growling.
-The Grey Wolf, by George Macdonald
Little Red Riding Hood
Here the Dormouse shook itself and began singing in its sleep “Twinkle, twinkle, winkle, twinkle-” and went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop
-Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
Deer and Rabbit
Vasilisa the Beautiful
So she asked her little doll to help her and did what the doll told her to do. She took one of the skulls from the fence and, mounting it on a stick, set off across the forest. Its eyes glowed, and by their light the dark night was as bright as day.
-Vasilisa the Beautiful, Russian fairy tale
At the Well
“Her stepmother sent her out every day to sit by the well in the high road, there to spin until she made her fingers bleed.”
While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer, painted face of the Scarecrow, she was surprised to see one of the eyes slowly wink at her.
So she crept over quietly and threw holy water on it without a word. No sooner was this done than a dense black smoke filled the place, through which nothing was seen but the two red eyes of the cat, burning like coals of fire.
-The Demon Cat, by Lady Wilde via W.B. Yeats
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall lilies and the rain fell upon my head –and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.
-Silence- A Fable, by Edgar Allen Poe
I noticed, after he left, which he did almost immediately, that there was a drop of red fluid on the marble under the wine-glass. The blood-stain on the picture was accounted for; but how came the moth here?
-The Shadow of a Shade, by Tom Hood
The first thing they saw was the picture leaning up against a pile of books on the table, as it had been left, and the next thing was Williams’s skip, seated on a chair opposite, gazing at it with undisguised horror.
-The Mezzotint, by M.R. James
And they carded the thread, and turned their spinning wheels, and wound and wove. All singing together an ancient rhyme, but no word did they speak to the mistress of the house.
-The Horned Women, by Lady Wilde via W.B. Yeats
The girl got the magic wand, then she took the dead girl's head and dropped three drops of blood onto the floor, one in front of the bed, one in the kitchen, and one on the steps. Then she hurried away with her sweetheart.