Gah... the madness continues... 

Snow Various-shades-of-grey and the Seven persons of diminutive stature. Part Two.

The condensed story so far: King, wife, daughter. Wife dead. New wife evil (misunderstood?).
New wife send Huntsperson. Huntsperson wimp. Daughter runs. Daughter lost...

Now the story continues:
Snow Various-shades-of-grey wandered for many hours until she was completely and utterly lost in the special learning needs (thick) forest. Young Snow was now becoming increasingly anxious as darkness was falling like some big horrible dark thing that falls quite quickly, and she was also hungry.

After a short while (that's a short while after the long while that she had already been lost for) Snow entered a clearing. In the centre of the clearing was a petite, under developed cottage which was in no way inferior to her own enormous and expensive castle.

"Blimey, a petite and underdeveloped cottage," said Snow.

The young girl walked up to the below average height door and knocked. There was no answer.
She knocked again. Still no answer. Snow decided to do what any normal, well brought up teenager would do in this situation and break into a complete strangers home.
Once she had forced the door open she slowly craned her head around it to see inside. Once she was certain that no-one was home she proceeded indoors.

"Bugger," she said as she banged her head on the ceiling.

The interior was decorated in a minimalist style, in that everything in the place was minimal in size. Snow made her way into the house and had a proper nose around. In the centre of the cottage was a low table surrounded by seven chairs. On the wall by the front door were seven coat hooks, and upstairs were seven child sized beds. Hmm, thought Snow, there's a pattern emerging here and it's not on the wall paper. By this time it was totally dark outside and snow was extremely tired after her long period of being completely lost and helpless, and of her adventures in near death with the Huntsperson and the army of fire breathing dragons that she fought with a plan of shear brilliance (sorry but that is in the full uncut version of the story and not in this Readers Digest version). Snow returned to the bedroom and made herself comfortable in one of the small beds.

An hour later, after Snow Various-shades-of-grey was fast asleep, seven undertall shadowy figures emerged from the darkness of the forest in complete silence. Complete silence that was, except for the loud drunken singing that accompanied them.

"Above-average-height Ho, Above-average-height Ho, it's back to home we go..."

The seven figures stopped at the front door which was now parted from its hole in the front of the cottage.

"What the bleedin' 'ell's goin' on 'ere?" said a diminutive voice.
"Some bugger's broke in!" said another petite and very peeved voice.
"Is anyfin' missin'?" asked another.
"Yes," replied yet another voice, "someone's 'ad me legs away". "Oh no, it's awright," said the same voice again, "I just remembered I'm sittin' down".
"What do we do now?" asked a fifth undertall voice.
"Everyone got their axes?”
There was a murmuring around the group finally culminating in a yes.
"Right then let's kick some arse!"
The seven shadowy figures charged through the door (or rather he space where the door would
have been had it not been removed earlier).

Part three coming soon.

In part three:
Will Snow wake up alive or dead?
Will the seven short arses, er, I mean persons of gravity affected height restrictions, find Snow
asleep in their bed and mistake her for Goldylocks?
Will anyone ever read all this rubbish?
Will the owner of the car parked on double yellow lines please note that the car is no longer parked on double yellow lines. In fact will he note that it is no longer a car!