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one great bound. "What are you doing" cried Doc. "I've got your murderer over there. Why attack me?" The dwarves fell back, and all looked at Bashful, still pinned to the wall. Whilst they were distracted, Doc took out his wand, and unnoticed, with a sly flick of the wrist, caused the magic fiery letters to disappear. He was thinking quickly - an evil plot to get himself off the hook, and to have Bashful blamed for the murder. "They'll hang him for sure," he thought to himself. "Save me the job of bumping him off." "But" exclaimed Bashful, "it was not me who killed Dopey - it was Doc. You know how fond I was of old Dopey. I would never do anything to harm him." The other dwarves looked at each other. What should they do now. They did not know who to believe. Then Sneezy spoke up. "We'll all go back to the house, and sort it out there, " he said. He stepped forward and pulled the sword out of Bashful's arm. "Do something about the bleeding," he ordered Doc. Doc stepped forward, and ripped the torn and bloodied sleeve off Bashful's shirt. He then proceeded to tie it round the wound. "Ow!, " exclaimed Bashful "that hurts!" "It has to be tight to stop the bleeding," said Doc to him. "Trust me, I'm a Doctor." He tied the knot, and seeing Bashful wince, he gave him a sly sneer, which none of the other Dwarves saw. "Right," said Sneezy "both of you pick up Dopey, and we will go to the cart and drive home." They did as they were told, and with Sneezy making them walk ahead of the rest of them, the sword in his hand, they went out to the cart." "Now cover Dopey up, and Grumpy can go and get Whiter. We cannot say anything to her until we get home." "Why me," moaned Grumpy. But the others all insisted he should. So sour faced he went in and returned with Whiter a few moments later. They got into the cart, and Sneezy spoke to the horse, who obediently started off. It was a quiet journey, with none of the Dwarves speaking. Whiter noticed how silent they all were, and looked around, wondering. All the while Doc was formulating his plan……. (I hope the edit did not come out as fiery letters!! :)

Whilst he was thinking, Sneezy came out of the Inn. “Thinking of going somewhere?” he asked Doc “Uncle Fred and Happy have gone off. I thought I’d go after them, “ replied Doc “Oh yes. Someone suspected of murder goes off all by himself, pretending to look for Fred and Happy. Go ahead and run off – no one will be suspicious,” replied Sneezy sarcastically. “Just come inside where the rest of us can keep an eye on you.” Doc and Sneezy went in to the Inn. “Looks like Happy had taken off with Uncle Fred, “ Sneezy told the rest of them. “I heard Happy say something about going for a drink or two, after the shock of the evening, “ said Whiter. “Best let them go, and they can find their own way back to our cottage tomorrow.” “Happy is getting bad for the drink,” said Doc, trying to sound like he was concerned. “It is becoming quite a habit. Would you have a word with him, Whiter? I would not like anything to happen to him when he is under the influence.” “Good idea,” replied Whiter. “Speaking of influence, he is leading Uncle Fred in the wrong direction. Fred never used to drink before he came to visit us, and met up with Happy.” They all sat in silence, thinking about the difficult upbringing that Uncle Fred had had. To say he had mixed ancestry was an understatement. His mother was a Giant, and his father was a Dwarf. His grandparents (on his mother’s side) were an Elf and a Pixie; and on his father’s side a Hobbit and a Goblin. He had come to stay with them for a few months, until a place could be found for him to try and live independently. “Let’s all get some sleep. We can get up early in the morning, and get home,” said Whiter. “I want to find out what happened tonight, and who killed Dopey,” complained Sneezy. “Tomorrow,” said Whiter, firmly. “When we have got home, and buried poor Dopey we can all sit down and talk this through. The truth will be easier after we have got the funeral over. And we need Happy with us.” “Ha,” said Bashful, “He won’t be “happy” by tomorrow – I hope he gets a real hangover. How could he go off to the Pub after what happened earlier?” They all settled down, and tried to get some sleep. The wind was getting up, and it started to rain heavily. It was just as well that they had decided to break their journey, as the storm got pretty bad during the night. Banging shutters, and the wind and rain lashing against the windows meant they got some sleep – but not a lot. The morning came, and the storm had blown itself out. They all got up, and went outside. Two sets of feet were sticking out from under the cart. It was Happy and Uncle Fred. Both sound asleep. No matter how they tried, the others could not get Happy to wake up. Uncle Fred muttered and mumbled something about “pints of whisky”, and then fell asleep again. They loaded the two drunks into the cart, climbed aboard, and headed home. By lunchtime they had arrived back at their homely little cottage in the forest.

a troll under the bridge with a few words of wisdom.............

... as the governess and her seven charges sang the hills are alive with the sound of music, when all of sudden there was a mighty ........

splash they had fallen off the bridge into the river..........

a row row row your boat gently down the stream!..............

yes and we have a couple of old oars with us..............

AMAZING WHAT YOU COULD BUY FOR A TANNER IN THIS FOLK STORY

and two pairs of flipper just incase we............

a giraffe wearing dior baby dolls and a snorkel whilst pushing the tea trolley, singing who will buy my wonderful tea cakes only tuppence a throw

... taking part in the country next Idol peformance featuring talll .....

basket. Suddenly there was an explosion and she fell off her bike and tumbled down in the arms of Sylvester the catman who carried her off to .....

the little men in white coats were dancing up a storm and singing "Take me home again....."

overwhelmed with emotion and sat down to her embrodiery. She then wondered what is this all about and whether she was Rose Red or Snow White or indeed some other person in wonderland. Is this the end of her tale, alas she ponders.....

no sounds like the wizard of oz.if so wheres the wicked witch....................

Dopey. She gathered the six Dwarves around her. "It's all very well dragging Dopey around with us, but after all he is dead, and we should get round to burying him. The smell is getting to be a bit too strong for my liking." As she spoke, Doc (who was holding on to Dopey) made his head nod in agreement. Unfortunately, the thread that the Dwarves had used to try and re-attach it broke, and the head rolled away. Sleepy ran after it, and the Dwarves decided to go back home and bury Dopey. They loaded him (and his head) into the cart, and made for home. When they got there, they thought for a while, and then decided to bury him next to the path between the cottage and the diamond mine. That way, they could walk past him twice a day when they went to and from work. So, carefully taking him down off the cart, they placed poor Dopey on the ground. They went back to the cart, and collected their shovels Doc began singing “Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it’s off to work we go…” The other Dwarves looked at him in amazement. “This is a serious and somber matter” said Whiter. “Why are you singing?” “It was done in the best possible taste, “he replied. “It was Dopey’s favorite song. I was singing it to honor him.” So, with shovels on their shoulders, the Dwarves marched around the burial plot, singing “Hi-Ho” as loud as their little lungs would let them. As they began shoveling the soil they sang “We dig, dig, dig, dig….” Soon the hole was big enough, and Doc went back to the cart to collect poor Dopey. No one saw the evil glint in his eye, and the twisted smirk that came across his lips. He took the body over, and three of the Dwarves helped Doc carefully lower him into the pit. They covered him up, and patted down the soil. “As we don’t have a headstone,” Whiter said, why don’t we mark the place with his little shovel.” They all agreed that this would be a good idea, so Bashful went over to the cart to collect it. He returned, looking rather pale, carrying a shovel in one hand, and something else in the other. “Remember how the thread broke a while ago?” he said “Well, we forgot to bury this along with the rest of the body.” Doc really had to try hard not to laugh – that was what he was smirking about earlier on. What an evil Dwarf he was – if only the other knew – but Doc was determined that they would never find out. He was already formulating a plan to get rid of the other Dwarves. Eventually he would be the only one of the seven left. It may take a while – but to him it was certain to happen – he WOULD have Whiter all to himself.

he concocted a potion to finally wipe out the other dwarves once and for all.................

a sprinkle of fairy dust. As he thought a dwarf with a wooden leg came hobbling by and collided with him. A few expletives later they joined company to search for the fairy dust to no avail. The dwarf with the wooden leg fell down the enbankment and landed on a cushion of leaves, there in the mist was a small creature it was a.....

found King Kong hiding on top of the mountain. Suddenly the Lord of the Rings appeared, hey I am in the wrong story he exlaimed and dashed off into the distance. Wait yelled Snow White don't leave me, Lisa has gone away and I am alone. The Lord did not answer and disappeared. King Kong gazed from his lofty perch and called out. The call of the wild echoed and then ...................

whiter............