Nothing's funnier when you're five than someone being eaten by a bear. We used to sing in school...
Algie met the bear.
The bear met Algie.
The bear was bulgy.
The bulge was Algie.
I saw a picture book version once, with pictures of the bulgy bear. I knew an adult had drawn it because it was so tame. If they'd asked the class to illustrate the song, there'd have been blood. Possibly a severed limb next to the bear.
Of course, it was only funny as fiction. A real bear would be scary and a real Algie wouldn't deserve to be eaten, even if he was a bit grumpy. We understood it was make-believe.
Gory stories carried on though school. I loved Roald Dahl as a child (and I still do). He had no qualms about nasty things happening to children. It was okay, because they only happened to bad children. The nice children would be fine.
This fascination with the gory side of life isn't always approved of by adults. There's been a move to sanitise children's stories for a long time. As a fan of the cautionary tale with over-the-top punishment, I think this is a bad thing. It's also a pity that such tales are difficult to retell for adults, because all stories where children come to harm are banned in an increasing number of markets. In the quest to stop graphic child abuse stories, the cautionary tale* has also been eaten by a bear.
At times I have to wonder, if a five year old knows not to take them seriously, why would a thirty five year old take them seriously? Perhaps people forget how they viewed these tales as a child.
I haven't forgotten. My bear's got blood.
* Not all such stories are centred around children of course. Those that do tend to be a caution to listen to the advice of elders. An adult character isn't as fitting for that theme.