Well it has finally arrived . . . Our pantomime production. Whee said Mummy would be ready and she very nearly is. The only issue is it is quite long. So whee have decided to release it in three parts. Before Snow Meets The Dwarves is Part 1. So whee hope you enjoy it! Please let us know what you think of it so far and what should or is going to hapen next. Mummy wants to adapt the story to match what you all want to read so whee need feedback. Anywho here goes!
Nibbles, Nutty, Buddy & Basil
Snow White And The Seven Dwarves
Narrator – Once upon a time,
In a far far away blog,
Lived many different animals,
From guinea pigs to a dog.
The land was full of laughter,
Dancing, love and joy,
But then came a darkness,
And a witch with a ploy.
There once was a lovely Queen,
Who when sewing one night,
Said “I want a daughter,
With fur black as ebony to call Snow White”.
No one would question the logic,
That led her to such a name,
Well she was the fairest Queen,
In the whole panto game!
Now by some stroke of fate,
Only fairytales get,
She gave birth to such a girl,
But our tale’s not over yet.
For later that same year,
The poor young Queen died,
It was a shock to the blogs,
And all who heard about it cried.
King and country sobbed together,
And efurrybody mourned,
Not noticing the creeping evil,
That close to them was spawned.
Then the King met a beauty,
By the name of Belladonna,
And said “My daughter needs and Mother,
“And I by the God’s so wanna . . . !”
In a matter of days,
The pair were together wed,
By a fake Elvis in Vegas,
Easy had warned them, he said.
But the lack of martial legalities,
Were the last thing on their mind,
When the next morning the King was discovered,
Dead, with a sword up his behind!
The Queen Belladonna said she was sad,
And twice dabbed at her eyes,
But anyone stood nearby,
Could see it all was lies.
For she didn’t shed a tear,
Or smear her mascara,
So vain and evil was she,
But with looks of Scarlett O’Hara.
She forever checked with her reflection,
Saying it always spoke the truth,
But as years passed she ignored it,
As it warned of her fading youth.
You may wonder what became,
Of the young Princess, Snow White,
Well if you thought she had it easy,
Honey, I’m afraid you just ain’t right!
She was locked in her room,
And fed only once a day,
I know, I know, it’s shocking,
I said the Queen was evil what more can I say?!
Snow grew more bootiful,
And all who knew her said,
Her fur is black as night,
And her lips are bright rose red.
The Queen just ignored her,
Till one day in front of the looking glass,
She began her usual saying,
And a fateful turn of events came to pass.
Queen Belladonna – Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who is the fluffiest pet of all?
Mirror – Though my Queen does have such lovely hair,
Another, I’m afraid, is twice as fair.
Queen Belladonna – Whoever can this horrid pet be,
To think she can be more bootiful than me?!
Mirror – You locked her up,
Hid her away,
But beauty like that,
Was bound to stay.
Yes I speak of,
The young Snow White,
See her face,
And know I’m right.
Narrator – The mirror rippled,
And a new image appeared,
Of fur glossy,
And unravaged by the years.
Queen Belladonna – Snow White?!
It cannot be,
That pup is not fluffier than me.
Snow White – How can she hate me,
I’ve done nothing at all,
She the one who is mean,
And inexplicably cruel.
Bumble – I’ll say you ran off,
Or I killed you and then,
A wolf came and snatched the body,
To drag off to his den.
Narrator – Bumble bent to retrieve,
The basket at his feet,
But Snow was quite cautious,
And feeling the stress and heat.
She snatched up a branch,
And hit him on the head,
Then dashed off to hide shouting,
Snow White – Hell I won’t be dead!
Narrator – Bumble looked dejected,
As he watched her run away,
Still feeling hurt,
Though he’d told her not to stay.
He rubbed where she’d hit him,
With surprise and concern,
If she was confident enough to hit him,
Then there was plenty about her yet to learn.
Snow watched him leave,
And gazed round in fear,
How terrible was this freedom,
And how dark it was here.
She started to walk,
Just for something to do,
But every tree was the same,
Birches, oaks and yew.
Then something caught her eye,
A trail of smoke,
Spiralling through the trees,
So she gathered her cloak.
And marched quite determinedly,
To the clearing from which it rose,
And seeing the source,
The young Princess froze.
A tiny little cottage,
Nestled under an oak,
Then pointlessly, to herself,
The young Princess spoke.
Snow White – Why it is tiny,
I wonder who lives inside,
Maybe they would shelter me,
Maybe there I could hide?
Narrator – Being rather nosey,
She scampered up to the door,
And delicately knocked,
With one gentle paw.
Snow White – Hello? Hello?
Is anyone home?
With such a lovely place,
I doubt that far you would roam.
Narrator – But there was no reply,
And Snow felt quite weak,
Afterall she had not left her room,
In one hundred and twenty one wheeks!
She curled up tight,
Against the chimneys warm wall,
And promised to just rest her eyes,
For a minute . . . That’s all.
Two hours passed,
And the home owners came back,
Wondering who was this beauty,
With fur of jet black?
Grumpy – What is she doing here,
Selling something I suppose,
Well whee don’t need no apples,
Or candles scented like a rose.
Happy – She does look quite sad,
A Mopey sort of girl,
Maybe she could join us,
And be a dwarf as well?!
Grumpy – Don’t be a twit,
She was not born small like us,
She wouldn’t fit in the house,
And girl’s just cause a fuss.
Narrator – Bashful looked put out,
And opened her mouth to speak,
But as usual the shy piggy,
Only managed a squeak.
Sneezy – I think that we should wake her,
And then work out what to do,
How can we wake her without scaring her,
I think . . . Oh dear . . . Achoooo!
Narrator – Snow lept to her paws,
With a cry of fright,
And squinted at the figures round her,
Shadows, in the half light.
Sleepy & Dopey – You look kind of tired,
Sleeping against our house,
Whee don’t often have visitors,
Just the occassional mouse,
Was there something you needed,
Would you like to come in?
Please excuse the mess,
We never remember to empty the bin.
Snow White – You are so very kind,
I wonder if I may be so bold,
But I need somewhere to stay,
And the outside is so cold.
Narrator – They exchanged confused glances,
And with a sigh Snow explained,
Until only their choice,
Was the thing which remained.
They all looked to Doc,
Their leader, to decide,
And completely unashamed,
Snow ran to his side.
Snow White – I’ll cook and I’ll clean,
And take care of the place,
All I need in return,
Is a single bed space.
Narrator – A silence stretched out,
As Doc thought carefully,
And Snow began to hope,
That she might finally be free.
Doc – She is kind of pretty,
And she does look so tired,
If she wants to stay and clean,
Then I guess she is hired!
Narrator – All the dwarves cheered,
Except for Grumpy, Dopey and Sleepy,
Two because they were fast asleep,
And one cos’ he though emotions were creepy!
Snow cooked up a storm,
In the soup pot that night,
It was strange really,
Cos Princesses don’t usually know those thing . . . right?!
Back near the castle,
Poor Bumble paced,
Frightened by the choices,
He currently faced.
Go and admit what had happened,
Explain that she had fled,
Or lie and cheat,
And say she is dead.
Neither option was desirable,
But the second meant he would survive,
It would not be worth returning,
If he said that Snow was alive.
So he hatched a plan,
A surprisingly good one I admit,
Involving the local barber, black dye,
And a paper clip!
The Queen was overjoyed,
And bounced off to bed,
Leaving Bumble clutching his neck,
Grateful to still have his head!
Well part 1 is over,
How do you think it’s gone,
And if you were Bumble,
What would you have done?!
What do you think Belladonna,
Will do when she finds him out,
And what are the seven dwarves,
In the forrest about?!