Snow White was true and fair. She lived in a small home shaped like a square. The men there were mostly nice. They always offered her good advice. They would dance and sing all night, until Snow White became quite the fright. Little did she know she was ill. Asbestos was making her shrill. But the small men knew what to do. They had heard about it from the news. An apple would be the cure. An apple would make her lungs pure. They searched all day and night until it suddenly struck midnight. Hope was gone and worry spread, till an old woman appeared from ahead. She said she had a remedy that would makes Snow’s sickness a distant memory. But the men did not trust her. Her apples weren't very pure. It was the pesticides they worried about. After all they were said to make you quite a lout. Nevertheless they agreed and later the old women would proceed. Yet what the men didn't ask about, were the side effects just lurking about. After the deed was done, Snow white was stunned. She looked as if she had died and when the men found her, they just cried. They thought they had been tricked and were about to get their fulfillment. They hunted the old women down and chased her all around. By the time the rock had fallen onto her poor head, Snow White had woken up clearly not dead. A prince had kissed her awake and they left the dwarfs in their square home full of shame. And it is rumored today, that the dwarfs had buried the women along with her apple of fame.