“Oh hello there, are you one of the little men who lives here?” asked a young girl with jet black hair walking into the kitchen from a back room.
“Don’t come any closer!” The little man raised his fists in front of his face. “I may be small, but I have six brothers. They’ll be here any minute.”
“I’m not here to hurt you. Look I’ve made you all a lovely dinner and tidied up.”
“But where is all our stuff?”
“What are you looking for? I think perhaps you are Dopey?”
“I’m Dopey alright, but I want my pipe!”
“Here it is, I put it in the smoking cupboard, see? You just sit down with that and I’ll put the kettle on for the others coming home.”
“The smoking cupboard now is it?” Dopey scratched his head and sat down hard in his favourite chair. “Well, I never did,” he said.