The apple wasn’t poisoned, but it did make me a little nauseous. The old crone (really the evil queen; tacky makeup, a bad wig and old clothes didn’t disguise her at all) lacked skill in planning murder. Anyway, my seven really short miner/protectors still beat her severely with their tools while she ran frantically down the wrong forest path towards the gingerbread house where Hansel and Gretel (true murderers) will provide her a warm welcome (and end). So all I have to do now is wait for a rich prince to ride by. I hope he’s cute.