Snow White thought it was strange that the little men in the cabin were so eager to help her and give her a home, and that all they asked in return was for her to tidy the place up, wash their floppy hats, clean the grog mugs. She sat on the front steps and smoked American Spirits after they left in the mornings to dig up their stones in the mine, waiting for all the forest creatures, who also loved her, to show up. When they were gathered around she told them to go inside and clean everything up, and they did so dutifully. The hummingbirds fluttered about, dusting things with the furious beating of their wings. The raccoons too care of the dishes. The bear made the beds and the foxes ate the food off the floor and licked up the beer, which they greatly enjoyed. All in all, it was a sweet deal while she waited for that asshole prince to come back for her. When she was done with her morning smoke Snow White liked to wander off to the pond hidden in the reeds, where she felt she would not be intruded upon. The water was sometimes murky, but she found it relaxing to be alone for a while. Sometimes, though, she thought she heard noises. Breathing, rustling in the tall grass, and one time she swears she heard someone whisper “scoops of vanilla and two hard cherries”, which could have only been the wind playing tricks on her mind.