Snow White went to the door and found an ugly old hag standing in her doorway.

"What do you want?"

"I've come to offer you a treat, " she stated simply.

"How did you find us?"

"I live a little ways away and decided to bring you an apple, fresh off the tree."

"An apple, you say?"

"Yes, here, do you want it?" she offered, apple in hand.

"Why, yes, thank you very much."

So she took the apple and began to admire it, it was red like her lips and the rubies the men mined. It was so perfect. Even a fruit looked better than her! How dare it? It deserved to suffer. So she took a great big bite out of the apple imaging that she had caused the apple great pain. But then she felt a sensation, as if she was light headed. She slowly began to shut down. And then next thing she knew she had fallen. Was she dead? Had she died from eating an apple? No, she wasn't dead, goddesses couldn't die. She was merely asleep, but her mind was not. She couldn't move. But she could still think, and think she did.

A/N

WHAT TWICE IN ONE DAY?! What can I say I was feeling generous today.