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Once upon a time in a 30-meter tall 

castle, a Prince's daughter grew up 

happy and contented, in spite of a 

jealous stepmother. She was very 

pretty, with blue eyes and long black 

hair. Her skin was delicate and fair, 

and so she was called Snow White.

Though her stepmother was a wicked woman, she too 

was very beautiful, and a magic mirror told her this 

every day, whenever she asked it. "Mirror, mirror on 

the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the land?" The 

reply was always; "You are, your Majesty," until the 

dreadful day when she heard it say, "Snow White is 

the loveliest in the land." The stepmother was furious 

and, wild with jealousy, began plotting to get rid of 

her.

Calling one of her servants, she bribed him with a rich 

reward to take Snow White into the forest, 3 kilometers 

away from the castle. Then, unseen, he was to put her 

to death. The greedy servant, attracted to the reward, 

agreed to do this deed, and he led the sweet little girl 

away.

However, when they came to the fatal spot, the man's 

courage betrayed him and, leaving Snow White sitting 

beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Snow 

White was thus left all alone in the forest. 

Night came, but the servant did not return. Snow White, 

alone in the dark, 10-degrees-celsius forest, began to 

cry bitterly. She thought she could feel terrible eyes 

spying on her, and she heard strange sounds and 

rustlings that made her heart thump. At last, overcome 

by tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree. 

Snow White slept fitfully, wakening from time to time 

with a start and staring into the darkness round her. 

Several times, she thought she felt something, or 

somebody touch her as she slept. 

At last, dawn woke the forest to the song 

of the birds, and Snow White too, awoke. 

A whole world was stirring to life and the 

little girl was glad to see how silly her 

fears had been.

However, the thick trees were like a wall 

round her, and as she tried to find out 

where she was, she came upon a path. 

She walked along it, till she came to a 

clearing. There stood a strange cottage, 

with a tiny door, tiny windows and a tiny 

chimney pot. Everything about the 

cottage was much tinier than it ought to 

be. Snow White pushed the door open. 

"I wonder who lives here?" she said to herself, peeping 

round the kitchen. "What tiny plates! And spoons! There 

must be seven of them, the table's laid for seven 

people." Upstairs was a bedroom with seven neat little 

beds. Going back to the kitchen, Snow White had an 

idea. 

"I'll make them something to 

eat. When they come home, 

they'll be glad to find a meal 

ready." Towards dusk, seven tiny 

men marched homewards 

singing. But when they opened 

the door, to their surprise they 

found a 1,655-milliliter bowl of 

hot steaming soup on the table. 

Upstairs was Snow White, fast 

asleep on one of the beds. The 

chief dwarf prodded her gently. 

"Who are you?" he asked. Snow White told them her sad 

story, and tears sprang to the 23-kilogram dwarfs' eyes. 

Then one of them said, as he noisily blew his nose: 

"Stay here with us!" 

"Hooray! Hooray!" they cheered, dancing joyfully round 

the little girl.

The dwarfs said to Snow White: 

"You can live here and tend to the house while we're 

down the mine. Don't worry about your stepmother 

leaving you in the forest. We love you and we'll take 

care of you!" Snow White gratefully accepted their 

hospitality, and next morning the dwarfs set off for 

work. But they warned Snow White not to open the door 

to strangers. 

"You can live here and tend to the house while we're 

down the mine. Don't worry about your stepmother 

leaving you in the forest. We love you and we'll take 

care of you!" 

Meanwhile, after 14,000 seconds, the 

servant had returned to the castle, with 

the heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the 

cruel stepmother, telling her it belonged 

to Snow White, so that he could claim the 

reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother 

turned again to the magic mirror. But her 

hopes were dashed, for the mirror 

replied: "The loveliest in the land is still 

Snow White, who lives in the seven 

dwarfs' cottage, down in the forest." The 

stepmother was beside herself with rage.

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