Once upon a time there was a man named Jacob Grimm who was much beloved by his people and by the world because of his great gift for storytelling. And on any evening, one might peek into homes and find elders grouped around the hearthstone with their children, taking as much delight as they in Grimm's wondrous tales of beautiful princesses, doughty heroes, and fearsome ogres.
When Grimm died the people were very sad.
"Never again will the gods bless mankind with such a story-teller," they sighed among themselves. "But he has left us his works and we will preserve them for our children and for our children's children."
But the people were wrong. Another talented storyteller was to come a hundred years later —an imaginative young man blessed, also, with a gift from the gods—the divine ability to make men laugh and forget their troubles. He was to do visually what Grimm had done through the printed page. […]
