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.
Snow White made her way around the entire table.
Then she yawned. “I’m so tired.”
In another room Snow White found seven small beds.
“I could sleep forever,” she mumbled.
She lay down on one of the beds.
“Oh, too lumpy!” Snow White said.
The second bed was too firm.
She made her way through all the beds.
Finally Snow White found the perfect bed.
She snuggled under the blankets.
Then she drifted off to sleep.
