33 and a Third

Snow White: The True Story

Michael showed me a story he had to write for school, yesterday. I got a kick out of it. Here it is…

Everybody knows the story of Snow White. At least they think they do. But I’m going to tell you the True Story. It happened like this:

Just because I have bad sisters in the Wizard of Oz and Hanzel and Grettel doesn’t mean I’m bad. I don’t know why people call me witch. I’m not magical, I mean, I may look ugly but I’m not a witch.

So , anyway, it all started when I asked my beautiful stepdaughter for a few beauty tips. Of course, she said no. Now, I get mad when someone says no. So, I knew I had some work to do and I stormed downstairs and I knocked down some potions and … poof!! I became really ugly.

However the little wretch moved out to a cottage in the middle of the woods. That made me even madder. Then I thought I would be nice to her. (I really needed those beauty tips now.) So, I headed over to her place and gave her an apple. A worm must have gotten into it or something because she fell asleep right after. Then those pesky dwarves hunted me down and tried to kill me. Luckily I only broke 28 bones and dislocated 4.

So that’s my story and if you still don’t believe me at least stop calling me witch.