Snow wears a creamy blue gown made of soft and silky fabric that stays tight to her waste, and a small cape that shrouded on her shoulders. No lavish decoration of silk with gilt, no splendid accessories. Only a fake and frangible necklace thats involved with glass. She has no worries to get that long skirt stained by the dirt. Cinderella looks happier in her milky frock. She stands closely beside her, watching the show that a few people are performing on the old and crackly stage. Nothing on her face has changed much since they left the village. Itís been the same face free of anxious gestures. Line by line in the open area near the square, people watch the show and laugh as the performers play with words. They bring to them the story of a little girl in a red cape. She takes a journey into the woods to bring her bedfast mother food and medicine that she has loaded in a small basket. She walks through the woods unaware of the beast that shadows her in the dark. A flaky freaky fat-witted wolf with frowsty, funky fur, color so wild that adapts with the dark. He sneaks past the bushes and his big claws keep scratching the cut branches and fallen leaves. The little girl runs away so quick. The wolf lacks so much energy to chase her down. But heís been starved for so long to forget about this delicious catch. He believes that she is perfect for the size of his belly. The rumbling sound suddenly begins to emit from his poor ingrown belly. Heís got to plot a hunt. So the bony beastly wolf follows the footprints that the girl left behind and arrives at a house with smoking chimney. He is certain that it must be the same house the girl was heading to. He lifts his ugly pointy nose into the window to make sure. What he sees sparkles like a pool of light. His eyes swell and water drips from his jaw. A bunch of kids bounce around the bed of a sick woman playfully and the girl in the red cape is nursing them all. He chuckles with himself and believes that he has found the perfect place to feed his grumbling belly. So he draws back into the shadows to see his plan through. Heís but skin and bone. He canít even scratch that door. The girl in the red cape leaves the house. He dashes at the door after she gets far enough and knocks gently and twice. The mother sleeps tight in the bed. The kids ask among each other 'who is it?' Their sister just left. Who could it be? And when they wonder and begin to panic lightly, the wolf softens his voice and says with the best girly tone he could make. "Itís me, kids. Your sister." As softer and thinner he can make that voice, it still sounds rough and big. "Our sister has a low and soft voice. She speaks warm with a hidden smile. Your voice is cryptic and coarse. You donít trick us mister." The kids suspect the voice and say. The wolf couldnít foretell how clever the kids are. Neither he wants to give up now. So he gives a gentle, silly laugh, "hehe... thatís because of the berries that got my throats. I found a big load of delicious, vermillion berries. I thought itís cruel not to share with you." Maybe the wolf knew they loved berries, maybe he accidentally pointed at their favorite. In any case the kids get excited and rush to open the door. But suddenly the smarter one stands in their way and opens his arms wide. "No, donít open the door. We canít be sure if itís our sister, or a hungry beast!" He says to his brothers and sisters. They rethink their minds and decide to act smarter. "Kids? The berries wonít stay fresh for long. Open the door." He whose hunger canít settle down says. "Our sister has glassy smooth skin, her hand is waxed white. Show your hand under the door and we can see if you are our sister." They say. It annoys the wolf. He scrambles to find a trick. His claws are woolly and black rough. But he thinks of a silly trick and sends his hand under the door. The kids panic and ask. "Whatís this? Itís a claw?!!" He laughs. "Donít be afraid kids. Thatís my winter gloves. I wear it to protect my fragile skin from harms." He says. They begin to believe, but the smarter one crushes the claw under his feet hard. The wail of the wolf rises. He draws his claw back. It bursts with pain. The smarter brother looks at his brothers and sisters and nervously says. "Itís a wolf!!!" They fret and cuddle around the bed. "What do we do now?" They ask each other anxiously. All of a sudden a harsh sound increases their heartbeat. The wolf angrily strikes the door with his claws. The mother wakes up in fright and shock. Her children has sought shelter around her bed. Their faces name a feeling of fear or panic. She hears the hard knocks on the door. And with the next hit, the door smashes open. The audience begin to show feelings for the children. Cinderella keeps watching with eyes of excitement. Sheís fallen for the story in the show, when Snow is staring down at Rose, seeking the truth behind her motives through that vehement look. Rose keeps track of the rest of the show like the others. When the situation goes tense, people's eyes sharpen. All the gestures in their faces suggest that they really want to see and hear the end. "Come my little delicious meals. You must pay for this." The wolf enters with his claws open to catch and bellows. The children and the mother cry loudly. At this point the actors and actresses fall behind the curtain and the narrator gives the rest of the story through words. "The hungry wolf swooped at the children like a monster. He devoured them one by one and left the mother for the last. He wanted to take time and enjoy the bigger catch." Says the man in the better clothing and walks on the stage as the rest of the show is shortened with dolls. "He finished eating the mother. And he was no more the flaky wolf. He got fat." He says and the actor in the wolf skin drops his fat abdomen. People give a laughter. "The bigger sister wouldnít return so soon, and even if she did, he could eat her too. So he thought that he is going to rest in that comfy bed for the night." He continues with a smirk. "But what he didnít know... what he didnít know was the conversation between the girl and her mother. She was growing weaker, and so the caring sister suggested that she returns with her husband and take her to a medic. But now, she was going to come back to a shocking scene." He says and walks off to let the rest of the show run. The girl arrives with her robust husband. They see the shattered door and both get hasty. The husband picks his axe from the carriage. His wife runs inside the house and finds a wolf with a fat grown abdomen and no sign of the children or her mother. The husband comes and encounters the same thing. She cuddles him and cries, "my brothers, my sisters, my mother..." She heavily cries and holds to the arms of her husband. The man who is saner at the moment hears some other voices than the cry of his wife. He gently touches her cheek and asks her to be quiet and listen. So the two listen carefully and hear some sounds of crying and struggling that are suppressed within something. They go closer and realize the sounds that come from inside of the belly of the wolf. She just pulls herself back together but still worries. The man, more thoughtful than the girl, thinks quick and brings a scissors. He rips the chest of the wolf down and the children emerge from his stomach. One after another and finally they bring the mother out of the dungeon of the beast. They take the mother and her children to the carriage and get back inside to take care of the beast. One of the kids picks a stone and throws at the wolf. Her bigger sister warns her that they must maintain silencing. "Wait, thatís what we do." Says the man. Taken from the little kid's act of hatred, he asks them all to bring some stones, big and small and fill the wolf's belly with them. The children bring all that they catch around the house and put inside the wolf. From a flaky freaky wolf, to a fat and full wolf, and now a wolf with a belly full of stones. They sew up his chest and leave him there like before, leaving with the children and their mother. The wolf wakes up in the morning and still feels his belly heavy. He tends to get up. The rumbling sound comes from his belly more than before. He wonders and the narrator returns on the stage to finish the story with jokes. Laughter is all over the audience. Even Rose enjoyed the show. But not Snow. Thereís no sign of amusement in her. Itís just a doleful face. Cinderella casts her eyes on the bustling waves in her face, and is touched by the glaze of sadness that leaks into her eyes. Snow strolls her eyes all the way down to the ground. A glassy skin of tears appears in the corner of them. They become so heavy and wait for a blink to push them down her cheeks. She constantly keeps her eyes down, staring at somewhere beyond the mud and grey water on the ground. She is too sad to catch a smile from the show or cry out. Maybe she wants to press it inside and make a harvest of great hatred in her heart. Cinderella conflicts with herself to make a smile that seems wrong to give her. In a way she looks like a hapless girl and in the other one she looks like a fallen ruler. She is sad in both images. The applause rises. Cinderella keenly claps her hands. The performers bow down together on the stage. "Please keep track of our band. More stories will come. And do not forget to show your gratitudes by filling our humble jar." Says the narrator and points down at the jar they have placed before the stage for people to fill it with coins. A chinking sound starts and continuously rings. People drop coins and coins of silver in the jar for them with pleasure. The smile over the narrator's face increases. He thanks the people. "Shall we go?" Snow says. She certainly had to endure the entire show until now. "We shall go now. But you look a little angry. Didnít you enjoy the show? Of course not. Because you didnít even throw a single look at it." Says Rose. "Iím sorry. But I didnít like it." Snow replies. "No need for apologize. We all get to the point where we realize our likes and dislikes. Letís go." Rose says and so leads the way. As they walk away from the performance area, Cinderella keeps an eye on the back. She's already too fond of the performance that cannot turn back. But when she does, she comes to Rose and shakes her arm to catch her attention. "We can have our own show." She says. Rose gives her a confused look, but then she looks back and glances at the stage with people who performed the show and recalls the whole process. Cinderella's idea lights some candles in her mind. She gently brings a smile to her face and draws a hand on Cinderella's cheek, "clever girl."