The dwarfs stepped out of the mine.
Dar wiped his forehead. “Whew!”
Mar rubbed his belly.
“I hope Snow White made a hot dinner.”
“Snow White is wonderful,” Par said.
“Why was the queen so nasty to her?
I don’t understand.”
Gar bit his lip. “I never liked the new queen.”
Zar nodded. “She’s awful.”
“The worst,” Yar said.
A tear fell from Star’s eye.
Dar patted Star on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Star.
Snow White is safe with us.”
The dwarfs sang as they walked.
But when they got home, the house was dark.
“There’s no fire,” Dar said.
Mar sniffed. “I don’t smell dinner.”
“Uh-oh!” The dwarfs rushed into the house.
They gasped.
Snow White lay on the floor.
“She’s not breathing!” Par said.
“Get that coat off of her!” Gar said.
Zar and Yar ripped off the coat’s buttons.
Star yanked at the sleeves.
Snow White was free!
She opened her eyes. “Oh!
I’m so happy to see you all!”
“What happened?” Dar asked.
Snow White told them about the old woman.
“It must have been the queen!” Dar said.
Meanwhile the queen stood before her mirror.
“My Lady,” the mirror said.
“Snow White is still alive—and still beautiful.”
The queen screamed.
