Seven Dwarfs

Seven dwarfs stomped into the house. Picks and bags fell to the floor.

“ Whew! ” one dwarf said. “ Working in the mines is hard work. I’m starving! ” “ Me too, ” the second dwarf said.

The third dwarf nodded. “ And me! ” The dwarfs sat down at the table. “ Um . . . ” The fourth dwarf stared at his plate. “ Where’s my dinner?”

The other dwarfs looked at their plates. There were seven gasps. The fifth dwarf jumped out of his chair. “ Somebody robbed us! ”

The seven dwarfs looked under furniture. They peeked inside the cupboard. “ I don’t see anyone, ” the sixth dwarf said. “ And nothing else is missing. ”

Next the dwarfs searched their dark bedroom. “ Ouch! Who stepped on my foot?” “ Sorry, I—oof! ” “ Pardon me! ”