Sleepy Fairy Tale | You As Snow White

This classic fairy tale story of Little Snow White by The Brothers Grimm has been adapted so that you can imagine yourself as Snow White. This sleepy tale includes the sound of a cozy, crackling fireplace in the background.

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Transcript

Welcome to Jane's Dreamy Bookshelf.

Tonight you will become Snow White and experience the classic fairy tale story as if it were happening to you.

Allow yourself to be carried away by the story and immersed in all the details.

Little Snow White was written by the Brothers Grimm and has been adapted with you in mind.

As you settle in,

Please find a private quiet place where you can be cozy for our journey.

Take a couple of deep breaths and close your eyes.

Feel yourself being fully supported wherever you are.

This sacred time is for you to rest.

As you deeply breathe in and out,

Remember you are safe,

You are comfortable,

Nothing else matters in this moment.

It was in the middle of winter,

When the broad flakes of snow were falling around,

That a certain queen sat working at her window,

The frame of which was made of fine black ebony,

And,

As she was looking out upon the snow,

She pricked her finger and three drops of blood fell upon it.

Then she gazed thoughtfully down on the red drops which sprinkled the white snow and said,

Would that my little daughter may be as white as that snow,

As red as the blood,

And as black as the ebony window frame.

And so,

You grew up,

Your skin was as white as snow,

Your cheeks as rosy as blood,

And your hair as black as ebony,

And you were called Snow White.

But this queen died and the king soon married another wife,

Who was very beautiful but so proud that she could not bear to think that anyone could surpass her.

She had a magical looking glass,

To which she used to go and gaze upon herself in it and say,

Tell me glass,

Tell me true,

Of all the ladies in the land,

Who is the fairest,

Tell me who.

And the glass answered,

Thou queen art fairest in the land.

But you grew more and more beautiful.

You were as bright as the day,

And fairer than the queen herself.

Then the glass one day answered the queen,

When she went to consult it as usual,

Thou queen mayest fair and beauteous be,

But Snow White is lovelier far than thee.

When the queen heard this,

She turned pale with rage and envy,

And calling to one of her servants said,

Take Snow White away into the wide wood,

That I may never see her more.

Then the servant led you away,

But his heart melted when you begged him to spare your life,

And he said,

I will not hurt thee,

Thou pretty one.

So he left you there alone.

He felt as if a great weight were taken off his heart,

When he had made up his mind to leave you to your fate.

You poor Snow White,

Wandered along through the wood in great fear,

And the wild beasts roared around,

But none did you any harm.

In the evening,

You came to a little cottage,

And went in there to rest,

For your weary feet would carry you no further.

Everything was spruce and neat in the cottage.

On the table was spread a white cloth,

And there were seven little plates with seven little loaves,

And seven little glasses with wine in them,

And knives and forks laid in order,

And by the wall stood seven little beds.

Then,

As you were exceedingly hungry,

You picked a little piece off each loaf,

And drank a very little wine out of each glass,

And after that you thought you would lie down and rest.

So you tried all the little beds,

And one was too long,

And another was too short,

Till at last the seventh suited you,

And there you laid yourself down and went to sleep.

Presently,

In came the masters of the cottage,

Who were seven little dwarfs that lived among the mountains,

And dug and searched about for gold.

They lighted up their seven lamps,

And saw directly that all was not right.

The first said,

Who has been sitting on my stool?

The second,

Who has been eating off my plate?

The third,

Who has been picking at my bread?

The fourth,

Who has been meddling with my spoon?

The fifth,

Who has been handling my fork?

The sixth,

Who has been cutting with my knife?

The seventh,

Who has been drinking my wine?

Then the first looked around and said,

Who has been lying on my bed?

And the rest came running to him,

And everyone cried out that somebody had been upon his bed.

But the seventh saw you,

And called upon his brethren to come and look at you.

And they cried out with wonder and astonishment,

And brought their lamps and gazing upon you,

They said,

Good heavens,

What a lovely one she is!

They were delighted to see you,

And took care not to waken you,

And the seventh dwarf slept an hour with each of the other dwarfs in turn till the night was gone.

In the morning you told them all your story,

And they pitied you,

And said,

If you would keep all things in order,

And cook and wash and knit and spin for them,

You might stay where you were,

And they would take good care of you.

Then they went out all day long to their work,

Seeking for gold and silver in the mountains,

And you remained at home,

And they warned you,

Saying,

The queen will soon find out where you are,

So take care and let no one in.

But the queen,

Now that she thought you were dead,

Believed that she was certainly the handsomest lady in the land,

So she went to her glass and said,

Tell me glass,

Tell me true,

Of all the ladies in the land,

Who is the fairest,

Tell me who?

And the glass answered,

Thou queen,

Thou are fairest in all this land,

But over the hills in the greenwood shade,

Where the seven dwarfs their dwelling have made,

There Snow White is hiding,

And she is lovelier far,

Oh queen,

Than thee.

Then the queen was very much alarmed,

For she knew that the glass always spoke the truth,

And she was sure that the servant had betrayed her.

And she could not bear to think that anyone lived who was more beautiful than she was.

She disguised herself as an old peddler woman,

And went her way over the hills to the place where the dwarfs dwelt.

Then she knocked at the door and cried,

Find where's to sell?

You looked out of the window and said,

Good day,

Good woman,

What have you to sell?

Good wares,

Fine wares,

Replied she,

Laces and bobbins of all colors.

I will let the old lady in,

She seems to be a very good sort of body,

Thought you.

So you ran down and unbolted the door.

Bless me,

Said the woman,

How badly your stays are laced.

Let me lace them up with one of my nice new laces.

You did not dream of any mischief,

So you stood up before the old woman,

Who set to work so nimbly and pulled the lace so tightly that you lost your breath and fell down.

There's an end of all thy beauty,

Said the spiteful queen,

And went away home.

In the evening,

The seven dwarfs returned,

And I need not say how grieved they were to see you,

Their faithful Snow White,

Stretched upon the ground,

Motionless.

However,

They lifted you up,

And when they found what was the matter,

They cut the lace,

And in a little time,

You began to breathe and soon came to yourself again.

Then they said,

The old woman was the queen,

Take care another time,

And let no one in when we are away.

When the queen got home,

She went to her glass and spoke to it,

But to her surprise,

It replied in the same words as before.

Then the blood ran cold in her heart,

With spite and malice,

To hear that Snow White still lived,

And she dressed herself up again in a disguise,

But very different from the one she wore before,

And took with her a poisoned comb.

When she reached the dwarfs' cottage,

She knocked at the door and cried,

Fine wares to sell,

But you said,

I dare not let anyone in.

Then the queen said,

Only look at my beautiful combs,

And gave you the poisoned one,

And it looked so pretty that you took it up and put it into your hair to try it,

But the moment it touched your head,

The poison was so powerful that you fell down senseless.

There you may lie,

Said the queen,

And went her way,

But by good luck,

The dwarfs returned very early that evening,

And when they saw you lying on the ground,

They thought what had happened,

And soon found the poisoned comb,

And when they took it away,

You recovered,

And told them all that had passed,

And they warned you once more not to open the door to anyone.

Meantime,

The queen went home to her glass,

And trembled with rage when she received exactly the same answer as before,

And she said,

Snow White shall die if it costs me my life.

So she went secretly into a chamber,

And prepared a poisoned apple.

The outside looked very rosy and tempting,

But whosoever tasted it was sure to die.

Then she dressed herself up as a peasant's wife,

And traveled over the hills to the dwarfs' cottage,

And knocked at the door,

But you put your head out of the window,

And said,

I dare not let anyone in,

For the dwarfs have told me not to.

Do as you please,

Said the old woman,

But at any rate,

Take this pretty apple,

I will make you a present of it.

No,

You said,

I dare not take it.

You silly girl,

Answered the other,

What are you afraid of?

Do you think it is poisoned?

Come,

Do you eat one part,

And I will eat the other.

Now,

The apple was so prepared that one side was good,

Though the other side was poisoned.

Then you were very much tempted to taste,

For the apple looked exceedingly nice,

And when you saw the old woman eat,

You could refrain no longer,

But you had scarcely put the piece between your lips that you fell down senseless upon the ground.

This time nothing will save thee,

Said the queen,

And she went home to her glass,

And at last it said,

Thou queen,

Art the fairest of all the fair,

And then her envious heart was glad,

And as happy as such a heart could be.

When evening came,

And the dwarves returned home,

They found you lying on the ground,

No breath past your lips,

And they were afraid that you were quite dead.

They lifted you up,

And combed your hair,

And washed your face with wine and water,

But all was in vain,

So they laid you down upon a bier,

And all seven watched and bewailed you three whole days,

And then they proposed to bury you.

Your cheeks were still rosy,

And your face looked just as it did while you were alive,

So they said,

We will never bury her in the cold ground,

And they made a coffin of glass,

So that they might still look at you,

And wrote your name upon it in golden letters,

And that you were a king's daughter.

Then the coffin was placed upon the hill,

And one of the dwarves always sat by it and watched,

And the birds of the air came too,

And bemoaned you.

First of all came an owl,

And then a raven,

But at last came a dove,

And thus you lay for a long,

Long time,

And still only looked as though you were asleep.

For you were even now as white as snow,

And as red as blood,

And as black as ebony.

At last a prince came and called at the dwarves' house,

And he saw you,

And read what was written in golden letters.

Then he offered the dwarves money,

And earnestly prayed them to let him take you away,

But they said,

We will not part with her for all the gold in the world.

At last,

However,

They had pity on him,

And gave him the coffin,

But the moment he lifted it up to carry it home with him,

The piece of apple fell from between your lips,

And you awoke and exclaimed,

Where am I?

And the prince answered,

Thou art safe with me.

Then he told you all that had happened,

And said,

I love you better than all the world.

Come with me to my father's palace,

And you shall be my wife.

You consented and went home with the prince,

And everything was prepared with great pomp and splendor for your wedding.

To the feast was invited,

Among the rest,

Your old enemy,

The queen,

And as she was dressing herself in fine rich clothes,

She looked in the glass and said,

Tell me,

Glass,

Tell me true,

Of all the ladies in the land,

Who is fairest,

Tell me who?

And the glass answered,

Thou,

Lady,

Art the loveliest here,

I wean,

But lovelier far is the new-made queen.

When she heard this,

The queen started with rage,

But her envy and curiosity were so great that she could not help setting out to see the bride,

And when she arrived and saw that it was no other than you,

Snow White,

Whom she thought had been dead a long while,

She choked with passion and fell ill,

But you and the prince lived and reigned happily over that land many,

Many years.

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