She sat in a darkened corner smoking her

She sat in a darkened corner smoking her last and final cigarette as people walked quickly by her. Taking another drag, she spotted the one person she was meeting there in the cafe

The old codger was taking his sweet time, too. He finally reached the table, glancing about the cafe before addressing the young woman. " Good to see you again." He grinned.

"Get lost you old fart" she said. She rolled her eyes. How did her Dad find her here? She'd moved to Bakersfield for a reason. But ofcourse he didn't budge. "That's m'girl!" He sat

down in the recliner, reclined it, and said "Now what's your old man gotta do to get a beer around here?" Exasperated, she went in the kitchen and grabbed a Bud. An old can of rat

poison had been swapped for the budweiser. Her dad wanted a beer? Well, then she was entitled to a few pinch-sips. She cracked the can, keeping an eye out and guzzled. Fire

flamed in the back of her throat- she was only twelve after all - but it was her inexperience that did her in. "Is this what being drunk feels like?" she wondered as the poison

ous apple began to take effect. Dopey began to cry.He never wanted to be part of the plot to kill Snow White, but he was outnumbered."We'll blame it on the Wicked Queen," said Doc.

Dopey was overcome by the guilt. He began to feel it wasn't the Queen that was wicked and wanted to go to the Enchanted Forest Police. Doc pulled out a gun and poked it in Dopey's

squidgy stomach. "You ain't going to no Enchanted Forest Police," Doc croaked, tying Dopey to the mine cart tracks. "Help me! Sneezy! Bashful! Anyone!" Snow White bent over him wit