Seven of Everything

Snow White hurried to the house. She was shivering with cold. A stack of firewood sat by the door. In the window a candle burned brightly.

Snow White bent low to knock on a tiny door. “ Hello! Is anyone home?” she called.

Snow White pushed the door open. A fire crackled in a fireplace. The room felt warm and cozy.

There was a long, low table. “ Hmm, ” Snow White thought. “ Seven plates of food. Seven forks, seven spoons, and seven mugs. ”

Snow White scratched her head. “ There’s seven of everything. And it’s all so small! ”

Seeing the food made Snow White hungry. She ate from a plate. She drank from a mug. Then she moved to the next plate and mug.