I minded so because it belonged to our mum’s when she was a little
girl. Snow White’s mother died when she was born so she got this
stepmother who looked lovely that her magic mirror said she was the
fairest of them all. But she was evil and mean and dead jealous when the
mirror said Snow White was the fairest of them all now, so the
stepmother tried to have her chopped into bits and then she poisoned her
with an apple and she fell dead down and was kept in a glass coffin
until a handsome prince came by (yawn!) and brought her back to life.
The wicked stepmother was so maddened that she boiled with rage and her
shoes stayed red hot that she couldn’t take them off and she had to
dance until she died.
She must have had awful
blisters. I’ve got one where my old trainers are rubbing. Dad doesn’t
always get it together when we need new shoes. It’s not his fault that
he’s so busy. Yes it is. I’m not making any more excuses for Dad any
more. I can’t stick him now. I especially can’t stick HER. I’m going to
add to my worry.
Goto
HOLLY's WORRY #3
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