Who's the pretty one? "Go faster, man," the queen said to the driver of the carriage, "I have pressing things to attend to!" "Sure, lady," the driver said, "you can have all the pressings you want, but old Betsy here is not going to go faster than she can. If you can outrun her, feel free." The queen was slowly losing her good attitude. This announcement threw tar over her shiny mood of having taken care of the female nuisance in the house of the dwarfs. Of course she wanted this verified by the talking-glass in her room, the one she had so successfully stolen from the wicked witch. She seriously considered to go by foot, but something told her a slow horse would still be quicker than a fast queen. Hilda spotted the carriage as it passed through a patchwork area of fields. "Ah. There you are. Now let's see if we can make this more memorable for you..." With an invisibility-spell around her, she dropped down to almost carriage level. She enjoyed the unhappy face of the queen and knew that things would get much worse for the bitch in the cart.
What do You think about Hilda - Snow White Revisited?
