A rather short read, but a very relatable classic to my mind: The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm

Think of the wolf in that fairy tale as a childfree person trying to help the children to flee from their malicious breeder mother. Perhaps not too surprisingly, the wolf was blamed for everything and the breeder with her brainwashed children even pulled the plug on the wolf and celebrated its demise probably thinking that getting rid of that selfish hateful bigot of a childfree wolf was a virtue and that it was time to go and be fruitful and continue to never think the thought that rarely crosses anybody’s mind: “Maybe I am the bad guy?”