The evil queen, certain the dwarves were away, mining on the other side of the mountain, passed the towering woodpile on her way to the door.
Seven pairs of eyes watched from behind the logs, flummoxed that she would be so brazen.
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Love the action and reaction. Touché! 🙂
🪓😘 Terveen 😘🪓
Ha! Never turn your back on a woodpile! I love this exercise in whimsy–you could even call it cutting edge. 😉
❤ Joy ❤ ~ thanks!
A queen…. doing it herself?
💖 Syl 💖 ~ hahaha… I guess so! (have you seen the Disney version of ‘Snow White’?)
There you go. Evil queens know less than they think. Well done, David.
Haha! Thanks, Bill! ❤