Here is a story à la Grimm Brothers:

One upon a time, there lived a man and a woman who had seventeen children.  They lived on the edge of the forest.  Each day, he had his five daughters knit him five shirts and five pants.  He would put them on, and walk deep into the forest.  When he came back, he would be wearing nothing but his underclothes and carrying chickens and geese and fish and bread and vegetables all already cooked.  Each night he would warn his children not to go into the forest.

One day, one of his daughters was sick and did not knit him a shirt and pants.  The father put on only four layers of clothing and walked into the woods.  He did not return.  The mother began to be worried when he did not show up at supper time.  By nightfall, the father had not returned.  The family went to bed hungry.  The next morning the oldest son decided to go into the forest to look for him.  By nightfall, the oldest brother had not returned.  The next day, the second son went into the forest in search of his brother and father.  He did not return.  Each boy did the same until there was only one son left.  He was wise.  He asked his sisters to knit him shirts and pants just as they had for their father.  He put them on and walked boldly into the forest.

The youngest son walked for hours in the dark of the forest.  He was glad he had on these extra layers.  It was cold!  In spite of the added warmth, he shivered. He came to a large clearing. 

On he walked in the clearing for what seemed an eternity.  His steps grew wearisome.  The sun beat on his head. I wish I could take off these extra layers.  I would be so much cooler...  His thoughts lingered fondly on the thought of releasing himself from this dreadful heat. He was about to take off his shirts when he remembered the dreadful cold of the beginning of his trip.  He contented himself with sweating.

All of a sudden, he came upon a small hole he supposed to be the entrance of a cave.  The son thought he heard a quiet brook running through the cave.  All he wanted was a drip of that water...

He stumbled into the cave.  There before his eyes was the most wonderful stream in the world.  It was gentle and cool and wide.  The youngest son sipped the water and was soon wading up to his waist in the water and then to his chest.  His clothes were starting to way him down in the water and he was feeling very refreshed, so he looked to the bank to climb out.  He was startled to realize he was much closer to the far bank then to the shore he started from.  Out he climbed.  Further into the cave he walked.

Just before he lost sight of the stream behind him, he saw before him a mountain of food.  There was every good thing you could ever want to eat, but none of it was cooked. The son was just loading his arms with raw food when out of the darkness came a huge claw, and attached to the claw was a huge dragon.  The dragon was angry.  Flames burst from its lips and surrounded the son.  The son ran like the wind for the entrance of the cave.  His clothes were on fire and the flames from the dragon was nipping his heals.  He plunged head long into the stream not caring that half the now cook food floated down stream.  In a flash he was on the other side.  He dashed to the small opening of the cave, shoved the food through and followed. 

In the sunlight, the son caught his breath.  He was startled to look down and see only his under clothes.  His many layers had been singed off.  The son gathered the cooked food and walked home.

The family once again had plenty of food, but they never saw their father or brothers again.