Here's how the reading I did as a youth has affected me.
I'm walking the easement that runs along Ridge Hill admiring the wildflowers and listening to the song of a trail-side wood thrush. I hear a rustling noise. It's a baby rabbit. It emerges from under the ferns.
And there's another noise. Bounding through the ferns, could that be a red squirrel? It's Chatterer the Red Squirrel come to play with one of Peter Rabbit's babies!
"Chatterer" reaches the rabbit, there is a pause, and "Chatterer" grabs the baby rabbit by the throat. There is a shriek.
Oh, that wasn't Chatterer the Red Squirrel, that was SHADOW THE WEASEL!