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around the cottage. Tiny couch. Tiny table. Tiny chairs. For tiny people. Also just like in the story.
    I turn to Jonah. “It’s really her.” I turn back to Snow. “It’s really you!”
    I’m staring at Snow White. The real Snow White. I’m in her living room.
    No wonder she looked so familiar. I used to have a T-shirt with her face on it! And didn’t I once dress up as her for Halloween? And wait — she’s on my jewelry box! The one on my dresser. She’s with some other fairy tale characters, but she’s definitely there. And I think she’s even wearing the same dress with the puffy skirt and fitted top that she has on now.
    “Who else would I be?” she asks.
    “You’re famous!” Jonah cheers. “We’ve never met anyone famous before.”
    Snow blushes. “You mean because I’m a princess?”
    “Not because of that,” I say. “We’ve heard your story, like, a million times.”
    “Really?” she asks, looking worried. “From who? Xavier, the huntsman? He said he wouldn’t tell anyone!”
    “From books,” Jonah says. “You’re even in the movies.”
    Her forehead wrinkles. “I don’t understand. What’s a movie?”
    “It’s a story,” I say. “With pictures. That move.”
    “But I’m right here,” she says. “So how can I be in books and movies?”
    A very good question. “I don’t know,” I say honestly.
    We’re all silent. I’m finding this all confusing, but at the same time, I can’t help feeling giddy. Because OH MY GOSH, how cool is this? I’m standing next to Snow White! I’m in a fairy tale!
    Snow sighs. “So you know that my stepmother is trying to kill me?”
    “Yeah,” Jonah says. “Bummer.”
    “She sent Xavier, her huntsman, to kill me, but he felt bad for me,” she says. “He let me run away, but then I got lost in the forest. I walked and ran and walked some more, and finally, I came across this cottage. And I was so tired. So I fell asleep on an empty bed, and the next thing I knew, there were seven little people staring down at me.”
    We hear a rustling outside and then the door flies open.
    One little man. Two little men. Three.
    “Speaking of whom …” Snow says.
    It’s really them! “The dwarfs!” I yell, and then clamp my hand over my mouth. Am I supposed to use the word dwarf ?
    “Hello,” says the guy in the front. He’s the tallest of the seven and possibly the oldest. He has a really loud voice. “Is something wrong?”
    I remove my hand. “I didn’t mean to call you a dwarf. What am I supposed to call you?”
    “I’m Alan,” he booms. “The guy with all the hair is Bob. The super-handsome guy is Jon. That’s Stan with the big teeth, Tara has the braid, Enid has pink hair, and Frances has the cane.”
    Tara, Enid, and Frances? Three of the dwarfs are women? That is not how I remember it. Maybe the story never said if they were women or men and I just guessed they were men. Oops.
    And they’re definitely not like the dwarfs in the Disney version. No Sleepy, Happy, or Sneezy here.
    “Hi!” says Jonah. “Nice to meet you!”
    “Now you know who we are,” Alan says. “Do you want to tell us who you are?”
    “And why you’re in our house?” Stan asks.
    “Talk!” says Frances, slitting her eyes and lifting her cane to point it at us.
    My heart skips a beat. The dwarfs are kind of scary. I push Jonah behind me to protect him.
    He pushes my arm out of the way. “I’m Jonah!” he exclaims. “And this is awesome!”
    Bob pulls on his beard. “Snow, we told you not to let anyone in the house when we’re not home!” He really does have a lot of hair. Beard hair, mustache hair, head hair. And chest hair peeking out of his shirt. “Didn’t you learn anything from the last two times you answered the door?”
    “I know, I know,” Snow says. “But they’re just lost kids.”
    “Yes,” I say. “We’re just lost kids. Don’t hurt us!”
    Alan shakes his head. “But why do you keep talking to strangers?”
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