Children are often confronted with harsh realities for which they are inadequately equipped. Innocence is fragile. Some of our earliest memories include bracing traumas of loss, and like every human being, children try to cope. They turn to God in their own way and often find Him in His interaction with them through creation. Just as seasons reflect in microcosm the seasons of our lives, our dominion over the animals is a means by which His watch-care over us can be better understood. For children especially, this is high theology. It is also a gateway to the power of literature.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.
Charles Dickens, from A Tale of Two Cities