The Apple

The queen stomped her foot. She threw her hairbrush and screamed. “ I hate Snow White! ”

The queen took a deep breath. “ I need a plan. ” She paced back and forth across the room. Then she stopped. “ I know! I will create a poison apple! ”

Snow White sat by her window. “ Apples for sale! ” a woman shouted. “ Wonderful, delicious apples! ” “ That must be the queen again, ” Snow White thought.

“ Hello, dear! ” The woman approached Snow White. “ Do you want to buy an apple?” Snow White frowned. “ No, thank you, ” she said.

“ Are you sure?” The woman held up an apple. “ This one looks delicious. ” She held the apple closer to Snow White.

Snow White’s eyes went wide. “ What a beautiful apple, ” she thought. It was bright red. Light seemed to sparkle around it.