"I'm wishing~!" "I'm wishing…" "For the one I love~! To find me~!""To find me…" "Today~!"
"Today…" Snow snapped her head up when she heard the voice and looked right in the face of the man of her dreams.
"Oh!" she gasped, backing away.
"Hello," said the man kindly. Snow continued to back away, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Wait, please," said the man, sensing she was about to run away. He darted forward and caught her arm as she began to dash off. The girl looked up at him. The man's hand gently trailed up her arm until it reached her smaller, more delicate hand. He knelt down and pressed his lips to it. "I'm a prince," he explained, "from a faraway country. I've come to ask for you ha—"
"Prince?" giggled the raven-haired girl. She put a finger to his lips. "Say. No. More." Snow looked up and shouted. "Hey, Stepmother, I'm gonna get married to a prince! So I'm not gonna be doing any more chores! In your FACE!" she laughed. Looking back at the prince, who had stood up, she held out her arms with a grin. The shocked yet pleased man swept her in his arms and carried her to his horse bridal style.
The stepmother was furious. She stomped towards her mirror for advice. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, how, now, can I be the fairest of all?!" she screamed, throwing her hands up in despair.
The mirror's face appeared, regarding her curiously. "My Queen, you do realize that Snow White is going to a faraway land? And she will most likely never return because, well…she hates you!"
"Uh…"
"So, really, you're the fairest in the land because Snow White is in some other land. And…maybe she's been mauled by wolves!"
"Oh, mirror, do you really think so?"
"I do, my Queen." The mirror, of course, knew that Snow would probably only be more beautiful in her beautiful robes and radiant smile, but why mention this to the queen when she looked so happy?
The seven dwarves were returning to their home when they saw a prince and a beautiful girl in rags riding on a horse off into the sunset. They all watched with raised eyebrows and impressed looks at each other.
"Boy, that's pone wurdy—er, I mean—w—tha—" stumbled Doc, finally giving up after a while.
"Yep, she's purdy," sighed Bashful, blushing slightly.
"Why's such a pretty lady wearing such rags?" mused Happy.
"Maybe…she's…the maaaid…" yawned Sleepy, yearning for a nap.
"Humph! I wish we had a maid. I can barely wade around in all your junk!" snapped Grumpy, secretly wishing that because he wanted a pretty woman in the house.
"Speak for yourse—se—ah—ah—AH—ACHOO!" sneezed Sneezy, blowing away some deer and rabbits that were unfortunate enough to have crossed his path. The other dwarves had stepped away just in time, expertly trained at avoiding his dreaded sneezes.
Dopey wolf-whistled at the pair riding the horse, only to receive a scalding stare from Doc.
"Come on, guys," sang Happy. "Dinner's not gonna make itself!" With a cheer, the dwarves hurried home, for they were starving. They soon forgot about the girl riding the horse with her prince, for it's quite easy to forget someone whom you've only seen once.
Hee.
