"Jemima Puddle-Duck was a simpleton: not even the mention of sage and onions made her suspicious."

This is goddamn hilarious. I don't remember ever being particularly struck by this one as a kid, but reading it now, for the first time in decades, I am enormously amused. I don't know what I find funnier - that dimwitted duck making a nest from the feathered remains of the previous victims of her foxy host, or the fact that, after she is saved from said fox by some friendly dogs, come specifically to help her, those friendly dogs eat her children. I should have shelved this as horror, but I was too busy cackling to care.