Stardate: 80309:1900
Title: Ross and Me and the Dwarves Make Thr..uh..Nine
Author: Emma Smith
Time: Current
Scene: Planet-side


Isn't life a remarkable thing? At times it can be a feral beast to be tamed, then again, a puzzle to be solved. Then there are those other times, you know the ones that I mean, where it leaves you wondering about your actual place in the universe... Am I the prince... or the frog?

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The blue sparkles faded and Emma immediately reached for her tricorder and produced... an apple.

"Uh... what the...?"

Who knew that the apple would be the least of her surprises.

The Grimalkin was gone. Her uniform and equipment gone. In its place she wore a long red skirt and a crisp white puffy sleeved blouse. The rest of the away team was gone as well, save for Alex Ross who stood with his back leaning against the trunk of a very large tree.

"Right." He shook his head. "THIS is why Commander Falls refuses to go on away missions with you."

"I didn't do anything. One second I was in contact with the ship, then the next I was standing here looking at the Horizon's version of Prince Charming."

"Huh?" Alex finally took the time to look down at his clothes. "Oh man," he swished the purple velvet cape slightly, "this isn't good. So if I'm Prince Charming, then you are...??"

"Snow White, of course... who'd ya think?"

"Listen. I've known Snow White, and let me tell you, Madam, you are not her."

Lieutenant Smith had been quite ready to argue the point, but their bickering was interrupted as the door to a small cottage that sat in the distance opened.

"Hi Ho... Hi Ho..."

"Okay," Ross continued. "If you're Snow White then who are they?"

Emma squinted her eyes. "They're... well... they're little people."

"The Dwarves!"

"I don't think that's very politically correct, Mr. Ross."

"No... no... like in the story... the Seven Dwarves.."

"Oh right."

"Bet you can't even name them."

Emma straightened her back. "Why of COURSE I can! Let's see here... there's Hapless and Grungie," she raised a finger for each to count as she spoke. "Uh... Paul, Ringo, George... hmm... and err... OH! Blitzen and Rudolph."

Shaking his head, Ross yanked off his matching purple velvet hat and tossed it into the bushes. "Come on, Snow Drift... What do you say we take a look at what's inside that cottage."


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Lt. (S.G.) Emma Smith
Chief Security Officer
USS Horizon
NCC-72400
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