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.
