When I was a kid and watched "Well, guess!", I was always a cute wolf. But I didn’t hate the rabbit at the same time, I just wanted the wolf to stop stumbling and stumbling on this disgustingly polite and frightening rodent.
But when I watched "Tom and Jerry," I always wanted the evil, evil mouse creature to be finally eaten, but the cat, though rather aggressive in some places, did not cause any negativity. The tweet about the bird twitty appeared when I didn’t watch them enough, but the effect was the same: well, I really want a small, caring sickness to be eaten by the hammered, but reckless Sylvester.
Interestingly, I don’t know anyone who would think differently.
Here and think then what lesson the affars of the multicolors wanted to teach.