"Where's the wicked stepmother they promised?", moaned the stepmother, who, though not comparable to a real mother, shouldn't be too commanding.
It's hard being a stepmother; achieving what she did isn't great, but it's not terrible either.
Yet, her attitude put them in a bind, how could they unleash their wrath with the Golden Finger now…
This was awkward; how could they continue their bravado and purge evil?
Before they entered, they wanted to flex their muscles, to add a perfect ending to their childhood; but the truth turned out to be something else entirely?
Thought to be man-eating beasts, the wolves were just old lady's pets, thought to be the kind-hearted Little Red Riding Hood, turned out to be a selfish young girl, thought to be the poor Cinderella, now seemed not so pitiable after all…
What else was waiting for them?
The very thought was despairing.
