Dear Reader
I apologize profusely for this delayed post. It is my sincerest desire that you would not hold this against me, as this past week has been finals week for me, and therefore I should have, and did, dedicate time normally given to the writing of this story, to the studying of my books. However, I am now on SPRING BREAK!!! Therefore, here it goes.
Sincerely
Author #2
P.S. To read part 9, click here, here, or here.
I'm sure you're dying to hear what happens to Snow White, and so we shall quicken our pace along the story briefly to cover it. We will be skipping over Rose Red's quandary, leaving that for Ben to write. As such, here is the setting of where we pick up.
The Stepmother had taken up medicines (in part result of Rose Red's adventure - stay tuned), and was travelling the woods, being of a helpful nature, and fond of applying her newly learned skills. She found herself thinking of Snow White.
"I do believe that Rose Red said Snow White was living at the hunting lodge. I shall visit her. It's been many hours since I last saw her." Thus resolved, the Stepmother hastened her step to the lodge. Upon nearing it, however, she heard several voices, none of which sounded like Snow White. In unison, the bass-and-tenor voices sang:
Hie ho! Hie ho!
It's off to hunt in snow!
We pack our coats,
We ate our oats,
Hie ho! Hie ho!
It made no sense to the Stepmother, but the Sherlock in her deduced that this indicated the dwarves were nearby. Creeping to the edge of the clearing, she was startled and surprised to find the dwarves exiting the cottage. Through the window, the Stepmother saw Snow White busily sweeping.
"Frogs and bulldogs! The dwarves have captured Snow White and have made her their slave! THIS is an unexpected turn!" She thought for a moment, and decided the best idea would be to eat lunch and think of what to do during that. She pondered hard during her lettuce-and-tomato sandwich, and came to the conclusion right before her apple. "I know! I shall concoct a potion that makes Snow White appear dead. The dwarves will then find her useless, get rid of her, and then I shall wake her!" Briefly, she mixed several herbs and spices together, and flawlessly inserted it into the apple. Then, hobbling up to the cottage, she knocked on the door.
Snow White answered. "Hello?"
"Hello dear. Care to buy an apple?" The Stepmother was known for getting right to the point.
"Well, thanks for the offer. I'd actually prefer to buy windows." Snow White gestured to an empty space above a desk by the wall, and began closing the door.
"I'll give it to you for free?" The Stepmother said invitingly, desperate to get Snow White to eat a bite.
"I still don't know..." Snow White said. However, the Stepmother eventually convinced her to take it.
Snow White swooned, and fell like a tree onto the floor. The Stepmother, ecstatic about her triumph over the dwarves, jumped with joy. She dashed away to wait. She ran far away, not wanting to be near the cottage when the dwarves discovered that she had won. And so she ran...
...almost straight into a princely figure, who was a prince (hence his figure).
"Hello maiden." He said courteously. "Are you in distress?" He was dismounted, apparently just about to mount.
"Why yes...er, no...will maybe halfway...er..." She stammered. A thought was forming in her mind.
"Well, when you decide, you may call on me at my house. Here's my card." He said, and handed her a business card.
"Wait, wait! Before you go! You are disposed to helping princesses in distress?" She said, holding his arm so he couldn't mount.
"Of course." He said.
"Excellent." Continued the Stepmother, warming to her plan. If the prince is there to defend the princess, surely the dwarves can't keep her. "I know of a certain fainted princess in the woods." She was surprised at the prince's sudden and jerky start. His eyes were large with terror.
"Indeed! Well I shall go right away! Philosophically Charming is not one to leave unwell people to fend for themselves! I shall go straight away! Would I had medical equipment of some sort with me. What else can I take with me?""A sword? There are some dwarves who might fight you for her nearby..." She called as the prince, with surprising ease and speed, galloped off in the direction of the cottage.
Ben, I fear I've spent a lot of time on this part. I think it'd be best to tell what happened to Rose Red just before this...your turn.
