Once upon a time in a deep, dark cave a demented witch, by the name of Grim Griselda, rocked back and forth in her rocking chair. The witch cackled as she knitted a baby sweater out of poison ivy. However, this story does not start with our dear friend Griselda, it starts with a little girl.

This little girl went by the name of Snowestathy White. She skipped through the forest, singing: "Tra la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la" Snow took a deep, wheezy breath, and continued. "Tra la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la." Unfortunately, the mixture of skipping and singing exhausted her poor lungs and she passed out on the forest floor, half dead.

This is where Grim Griselda comes in. In her cave, Griselda was watching her crystal ball. The ball didn't work to well, for it had a crack down it's side. "What a waste, I buy a high definition crystal ball, just for it to break," she ranted. "This is worse than the black and white of the sixties!" As she flash-backed to the good ol' days, watching The Beatles concerts and the original Doctor Who, her crystal ball focused on Snowestathy White.

"Who is that?" Griselda hissed at her crystal ball. "That is Miss Snowestathy White, commonly known as Snow!" cheered the voice of the crystal ball's built-in narrator. "Her hobbies include skipping, singing and long walks on the beach," the narrator added.

Griselda watched Snow as she sang. "Tra la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la." This is the part where Snow fell over unconcious. Griselda leaned in, starring at the girl. A grin spread across her wicked face.  Griselda got an idea. An awful idea. Griselda got a horribly wonderful, awful idea. She cackled, swinging her head back. "Mwa ha ha ha!!!"

"Snuffleupgust!" Big Bird called. "Come back!" Snuffleupagust reappeared, and Big Bird hugged his new friend. Whoops, wrong story. Sorry about that, where was I? Ah yes...

Griselda pulled Snow's unconcious body onto the back of her broomstick. "Someone's been eating their scones," Griselda panted as she struggled to lift Snow. With Snow slumped on the broom's bristles, Griselda flew off.

"I love you, Snuff!" Big Bird cried as the boat sailed away. Snuffleupagust waved sadly with his long trunk. As tears filled Big Bird's eyes, he had to turn away. Little did they know the boat would sink in a Titanic-like fashion when it hit a big, fat horrizon. "Who put that sunset there?" the Captian roared as he was pulled underwater.

Griselda stirred the cauldron, adding several ingredients. The mixture bubbled and boiled. Griselda scooped a laddle of the concoction into a bowl. "Now," she cackled, "I shall feed this to Snowestathy White!"

"I will never let go!" Elmo promised, holding Snuffleupagust's trunk. Tears streamed down his frozen face. His hand slipped, and Snuffleupagust fell into a deep watery grave.

"This is delicious!" Snow said, eating the soup. "I simply must have the recipe!" "Ha ha!" the witch cried. "Never!" Snow was shocked. "But that is torture, after eating this, nothing else will taste good again!" she whinned. "That's the beauty of it, you either become my accomplice and get to eat this forever, or you live a torturous life where everything tastes bland and discusting!" the witch cackled.

Snow lived out the rest of her life serving the witch, sad and lonely. Griselda died of old age, and Snow never found the recipe. She starved, since everything else tasted like dirt. Snuffleupagust drowned, and Elmo was rescued. Elmo and Big Bird were heartbroken.

The End.