Snow White had no idea that the Prince would make her get back inside that glass coffin.
"You look so pretty in there," he said. "Come on. It'll be fun." The business with the coffin went on for years, the fights, the pleading: "Do it for me. Just for a little while. Lie there real still, with your eyes closed, and your hands crossed over your breast."
"O.K. But only if you buy me a new refrigerator."
And so on. Well, finally Snow White got sick of it, the whole situation; even the new refrigerator had a rank smell. She decided to go back to the forest. After all, she kind of missed those dwarves.
But when she arrived at the old cabin, another family was living there: a vacuum cleaner salesman and his wife. They'd covered the lawn with with ornaments: plastic deer, oversized cement squirrels, and miniature windmills. "Dwarves," said the salesman, standing in the shadow of the door, a beer in one hand and vacuum in the other. "You'll find them Dwarves out back, buried under the lilac bushes. Poor guys died years ago. Doctors never could figure out if it was broken hearts or bad chicken that did those critters in."