Fairy Tales
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Snow White
Snow White lived in a castle that was mangy. She couldn't handle how gross it got. Whenever a person walked there was dust. She had to clean it up as it rose. She hated it.
“Oh my nails!” she wept as she wiped the floors down with a cloth and water. “This horrible building just won't stop getting dirty;” she muttered as she continued to mope.
The evil stepmother who had been looking after Snow White smiled. She smiled a smile that was filled with greed. She wanted Snow White poured into a pot in order to make her into water. She wanted to spray her haggard face with the water so she would be able to turn into youth.
“Best not be greedy, I just need the head;” told the wicked Stepmother as she whistled for the wood chopper to enter the house.
“You there man. Get me Snow White's head!” the stepmother muttered as she hung a bag of gold in front of the woodcutters face. “It will be worth the toil;” he muttered.
The woodcutter being a poor man agreed. He told Snow White he needed help, and she moved with him to the forest.