The Seven Dwarfs

The seven dwarfs gawked in shock—never had they seen such a creature, soft and strange, curled up in their tiny beds.

The seven dwarves trudged home, covered in dust from the gem mines, their tired eyes widening at the spotless house—someone had been busy while they dug deep underground.

Dopey, the youngest dwarf, stumbled in wide-eyed, his oversized hat nearly toppling as he gaped at the spotless house.

Bashful blushed fiercely when he spotted the stranger asleep in his bed, stammering shyly before hiding behind his beard.

Sneezy, the red-nosed dwarf, sniffled as he stomped into the spotless cottage. "Who—achoo!—touched our things?!" His watery eyes narrowed at the sleeping stranger in his bed.

Sleepy yawned, rubbing his droopy eyes as he shuffled into the room. "Mmm... someone cleaned up... nice..." He barely stayed awake long enough to spot the stranger in his bed before dozing off again.

Happy was the jolliest of the dwarves, always humming tunes with a twinkle in his eye. His round cheeks flushed with joy at the sight of a freshly cleaned home.

Grumpy stomped in, scowling at the spotless house. "Who touched me things?!" he growled, spotting the intruder asleep in his bed.

Doc, the wise and slightly grumpy dwarf, adjusts his round spectacles while surveying the freshly cleaned house, muttering about unexpected guests.