September 2009

by Kristen Lanoue

As far as every little kid knows, Snow White was this magical princess. She was beautiful beyond words, with lips and cheeks as red as blood and skin as white as snow. I mean, that’s the sunshine and daisies version of the story, but if you want to know the real deal, just pull up a chair and listen to me.

Snow White, yea, I met her. In fact she stole my bed the first night we met. Was I one of the dwarfs you ask? She calls us her happy little dwarf friends, but in reality we were her servants. “Hey you with the beard, get me my comb, I want some soup, mine me some diamonds today.” Living with her was this never-ending litany of orders. I would get home after a long day of work and all I would hear were complaints.

Anyways, back to the story. One day I was minding my own business with my 6 brothers, just walking through the woods back to our humble abode, and no we did not “whistle while we worked”, when I came upon my house, the door open, our food eaten, our dishes dirty, and some snot nosed brat sleeping in my damn bed. To say the least we were not too thrilled. Yea she was a cute kid, but really, when you are that tired after a long day of work, it doesn’t matter how pretty the kid is, you want your own bed. Well, after taking a vote the boys decided we should let her sleep, by boys, I mean my brothers all of whom had their own beds to sleep in, no one cared that I had to sleep on the ground.

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