Amy and Ugly Duckling were lying in her crib while Mag was reading the files about elves. "Can you tell me a story, Father?"
Mag put the files down and walked over to her with a smile. "Sure." Normally, he didn't have time to tell her stories; he felt he was not a good father. "Do you want to listen to the story of Snow White?"
Amy nodded. "Yes. But is Snow White made of snow?"
"No. She's a princess with skin as white as snow," he answered, smiling. "Many many years ago, there lived a king and a queen. They prayed to God for a child every day.
"A year later, the queen gave birth to a lovely princess that had skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony. They named her Snow White…"
Mag told the story in a low voice, from the wicked new queen to the seven dwarves and the poisoned apple.
Amy and Ugly Duckling listened to the story attentively. They looked worried when Snow White was in danger, and relieved when she got help.
