Do you ever just have one of those days? You come home from a long day in the jewel mine and just want to sit back and kick your feet up. Maybe doze off early in your own bed? But for some reason, the universe has other ideas.
That's what happened to me last month. I'm on my way home with Doc, Bashful, Dopey, Happy, Sleepy, and Sneezy and as we come up to the front door of our cottage, I can tell something isn't right. The door is left slightly ajar, and it's clear someone has been rifling through our cupboards and moving things around. The porridge I had been looking forward to all day has disappeared. But the intruder is nowhere to be found. We quietly sneak upstairs to continue the search. As we come up to the bedroom I share with six other men, we hear a soft snoring. We peak inside and there is an enormous girl sleeping in my bed! Don't you just hate when that happens?
"Oh my!" she screams when I wake her up with a whack of my shoe. But what does she expect, sleeping on my bed when she is obviously much too big for it? "What are you doing here, young lady?" Doc asks her gently. She proceeds to tell some sob story about being a princess and having a murderous evil stepmother. It all sounds too familiar. If I had a penny for every princess with an evil stepmother, I'd be rich. The other princesses have found a way to live with it, and I suggest this girl do the same, preferably not with us. Doc gives me a meaningful look I shut up.
Fast-forward to today and I think you can guess what happened. Doc made the call, as per usual, and the strange girl is living with us. We call her Snow White and she cleans and cooks, making herself at least somewhat useful. But now it seems that every other day an old peddler is selling apples at our doorstep. They're the shiniest and reddest I've ever seen. If the princess would just buy one maybe I can get some peace and quiet…