The Legend of Snow White

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A wealthy retired farmer and his wife deeply regret that they have no child to cheer them in their old age. They are attracted by the sounds of happy children playing in the snow outside and go to the window to watch them. The children are building a snowman and the old farmer proposes to his wife that they too shall go out in the snow and build a snow child. They select a spot in the front yard and build a child out of snow. The neighbors think they have gone crazy, but the man and his wife continue their childish amusement until they have finished a beautiful snow child. They then return to the house and resuming their former places in front of the fire fall asleep and dream that their snow child has come to life. The snow child fades away and a real live child is there in place of it. It dances about for joy and dances its way into the house. The farmer and his wife awake to find their dream come true. They are astonished and amazed, and cannot believe that it is a real live child. The child tells them that she is the daughter of the North Wind that her name is Snow White. The farmer and his wife falls on their knees and give thanks to God for sending them such a beautiful child. Snow White cheers and comforts them until Spring comes. As the winter fades away she gets weaker and weaker. One day the children come for her to go out in the woods and look for the first spring flowers. Arrived at the woods the children build a large fire. One of the little girls finds the first flower of spring and the children dance around the fire in celebration. Snow White stands at one side disconsolate, though urged to join the fun by the other children. At last the children tiring of their dancer wander off in search of other flowers. The fire has a wonderful attraction for Snow White. Gradually and reluctantly she approaches it and is transformed from a living child back into a snow child, which rapidly melts before the intense heat of the fire until it is nothing but a shapeless mass of snow.