"Honey, I'm home!" shouted Emily as she walked
through the front door.
"Mommy, Mommy, you're home!" cried Ally and Sarah as they bounded down
the stairs in their princess pajamas.
"Hi, girls. What are you two doing up so late?" asked Emily.
Emily gave her husband, Albert, a disapproving glance as he walked into
the hallway.
"Albert, what are the girls doing up so late?"
"Um, well, what are you doing home so early? Your flight wasn't
supposed to land until in the morning," replied Albert.
"I came home early to check on the girls," said Emily.
"Mommy, come upstairs with us. Daddy was about to read us another
bedtime story," cried Ally and Sarah in excitement.
The girls grabbed their mother by the hand and led her up the
stairs. Albert grabbed his book of bedtime stories and anxiously
walked up the stairs. He sat down in the tiny chair across from
the girls and began telling his bedtime story.
Once upon a
time, there was a beautiful princess named Snow-White. She had
skin that was white as snow, cheeks that were red as blood, and hair
that was as dark as ebony. She was the most beautiful princess
that I had ever seen. She lived with me and some of my other
dwarf friends in our cottage in the woods. Snow-White came to us
after the Queen, her evil stepmother, had tried to kill her. You
see, the Queen had a magic mirror that told nothing but the
truth. When the magic mirror told the Queen that Snow-White was
the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, the Queen got a little
upset. The Queen sent Snow-White out with a hunter. The
hunter was supposed to kill Snow-White, but he couldn't do it. He was
so taken with her tremendous beauty that he spared her life.
Instead, he killed a pig and cut its heart out and gave it to the
Queen. The Queen put some salt on it and ate it!
At this junction in the story, Emily decides to jump in and help Albert
come up with a more appropriate bedtime story.
You're
telling it all wrong, Doc. My name is Sleepy and my friend Doc
here is telling you a great story, but let me tell you what really led
to Snow-White's happy ending. You see, Snow-White came to live
with us for many years after the hunter spared her life. We were
all so very happy, until one day when the Queen looked into her magic
mirror and found out that Snow-White was alive and that she was still
the most beautiful woman in all of the land. The Queen made many
different attempts to hurt our wonderful Snow-White, but every time we
managed to save her. One very sad day, the Queen did hurt our
Snow-White. The Queen tricked Snow-White into eating a poisonous
apple that made her very sick.
"Did she die, Mommy?" asked Sarah.
"Of course not, sweetheart. No one dies in this story," Emily
replied.
"Um, honey, the book says that Snow-White does die," said Albert.
"No, she doesn't, dear," said Emily as she gave her husband a
disapproving glance.
Anyways, we
dwarfs decided to let Snow-White sleep as long as she needed to until
the poison passed through her system. We built her a magnificent
glass coffin with golden letters so that she would have a safe place to
rest. She slept there for many, many years until one day, a
handsome prince came to see her. He begged us to let him be with
Snow-White, so we decided that it wouldn't hurt anything.
"Um, Sleepy, you're leaving out a very important
detail," said Albert.
"What's that, Doc?" answered Emily.
Well, kids,
the prince not only wanted to see Snow-White, he wanted to take her
away with him to his castle. On his way home, he accidentally
knocked over Snow-White's coffin. The startling jolt knocked the
poisionous apple out of Snow-White's throat and she coughed it
up. Snow-White magically woke up, and she was so happy to be
alive, I mean awake, again that she decided to marry the handsome
prince. They got married at the castle, and of course all of us
dwarfs were invited. The evil Queen was invited as well, but she
did not have very much fun. The prince decided to make her wear
red, hot coals for shoes. She danced all night until she
died. The End.
"Well, Albert, that was a very interesting ending to
the story," said Emily rather disapprovingly.
"I'm just reading what's in the book," said Albert.
"Let me see that book," demanded Emily.
"Oh, Albert. This is a copy of the Grimm Brothers' book.
These stories weren't written for children. They are too scary
for the girls."
"We liked it, Mommy. Can Daddy read us bedtime stories more
often?" pleaded Ally and Sarah.
Albert looked so pleased with himself that all Emily could do was smile.
"Of course Daddy can do story time with you, just so long as he agrees
to use a different book," laughed Emily.
"Whatever you say, dear," said Albert as he kissed his daughters and
turned out the lights.