♀ Segment Two
I stayed with the dwarves, being
uncharacteristically pleasant (oh, what a tedious job it truly was!), until I
grew to long for the times when they were in the mines, away from me, so that I
could be the horrible person that I have since expanded upon. (Noted, from
above, in the previous text which expands upon what is now being expanded upon,
"In short, I personified a pernicious personage, equally perplexing in way
of character and demeanor, and in underlying intentions, and in seemingly
innocent motives and preferences. My facade was impeccable; totally and
undeniably the cleverest (in my own humble opinion) of displays of acting that
one might ever encounter, despite frequent fraternizations with those of my
sort.") Ah, if it had not been me it would have been too amusing!
And so, in between sweeping
the floors and cooking the meals, I planned slowly how I might kill them off
one by one, first the skeptical Grumpy, and slowly but surely working my way
down to the foolishly trusting Dopey. Maybe lure them away into a dark corner
and strangle them? Or perhaps poison would do? Oh - Oh - How about knives!
Knives work wonders when twisted the right way in the heart or organ of a
beast. It causes them pain beyond measure, yet keeps them alive for just a
moment or two long enough for me to savor their end. Oh, but then there leaves
the problem of sanitation, for I do truly hate the taste of blood on my
potatoes, and we've only one good knife! Or maybe I could blind them and leave
them to die of starvation in a cave somewhere, calling upon them daily to laugh
in their faces over their horrible fate. Now there is a tempting offer, my
dears!! Oh, it would be too amusing when they slowly realized, those
dumb-witted baboons, that their trusted friend was picking them off one by one
by one! Oh - it would just be too amusing!
I also mused of my stepmother,
the Queen, and what she might be doing as I bided my time with the
dwarf-beasts. Checking in her mirror, no doubt, for the Queen had always been
vain to the extreme!
In the Castle
The Queen strolled leisurely
into her chamber, quite sure now that she was the most beautiful woman ever to
be seen, but still consulted her mirror.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?"
And it answered, unflinchingly,
"Queen, in your kingdom, 'tis
no rival but while Snow-White remains alive you shall always be the second and
her beauty thou shan't deprive"
At this the Queen flew into a
rage, screaming and crying out in anger, for the hunter had tricked her, and
she knew not what to do. But the woman knew some witchcraft through her trade,
and devised a plan to kill off her contender. She painted her face and dressed
in rags and cast a spell of poison over one half of an apple. The Queen grinned.
None would recognize her at all, not even Snow-White herself! Finally, she
would be rid of the fair maiden at long last, and be the most beautiful woman
in the world, having no rival, living in everlasting happiness and dwelling and
drowning in a pool rapture at her own beauty.
Snow-White's stepmother
started off at once. "Oh, this is just too amusing." She thought.
At the Dwarves Cottage
In my indecision I hesitated, and
one day as the Dwarves were gone in the mine, an old woman came up to the
window. I was washing dishes for the dwarves and the sunlight was streaming in
on the soaping ceramics as I hummed my favorite melancholy tune. Suddenly, I
heard the voice of an old woman, calling;
"Apples! A good fare for these
wares, and apples for sale!"
I looked out the lace-edged
window, for I had fastened upon a fixture of my own astute invention a lace of
meticulously delicate design above the window panes, and saw a pleasant old
woman with a basket full of delicious- looking apples walking up the mountain
path that led to the cottage. The apples reflected the sunlight with a red and
green and yellow glint, and looked as though they were at the pinnacle of
ripeness. How I longed to eat one! I longed to eat one just as I longed to kill
the dwarves, and my stepmother, and the innocent bugs and birds and other
living creatures! But my instinct told me otherwise, for the Queen knew some
witchcraft and of course would try to kill me once her Mirror told her of my
whereabouts.
But when the old woman drew
near to my window, and her face shone with a happy trust and an encouraging
expression, and the apples became more delectable with each step she took
closer to me, I found I could not resist, and let her inside. I opened the door
for her, having a strong urge to slam it at her heals, crushing the old bones,
to make her cry out in pain so that I may enjoy the first taste of what I would
soon enjoy (the torture of my dwarven companions, of course!), but the apples
looked to die for (oh, the amusing irony of this statement!) so I refrained
from my malignant intensions and seated her at my table as courteously as you
may please. At first I was wary, and told her so plainly. I was of course wore
the deceiving mask of a sweet and caring little girl while speaking to her, I
am no fool! But she told me not to by shy, that I would come to no harm, and I
came to believe her like a foolish little child. Oh, my folly, my folly! The
horribly shameful folly in trusting the old woman. I shall teach my children
that old women should never be trusted, especially if they come bringing
pacifying gifts of enticing apples, so enticing that your very mouth waters at
the sight and you may never have a night of peaceful rest without taking a bite
of one. But I, still trying to be clever, and for all my awareness not being
clever enough, asked her to take a bite of the accursed apple which brought
about my sentence encased in a glass coffin.
She deceived me, that horrible
woman! The treacherous being, my stepmother the Queen in a masterful disguise!
Oh, how amusing it would be, how ironic the irony I would find, if only it had
not been I. So the old woman took half of an apple, the green half, while I
took the red half, and my half, being poisoned, trapped me in a deep,
impenetrable sleep from which I had no hope of recovering from. Alas! My
over-confidence was my true downfall, my cocky sureness of mind my end! And
true, how true it is, that if it had not been me, it would have been just too
amusing.
Author's Note: Although the brevity of these chapters are a horror in itself, it was either many chapters or one long chapter. You can tell I chose the former.