Upon learning the whereabouts of the flying feather, Snow White and the Magic Ring Elf immediately set out to find this magical feather that could carry a person through the air.
The Elf said, “I know the Queen is also heading to find the feather, but don’t worry. She can’t outpace me. Now, turn the ring on your hand.”
Snow White turned the magic ring, and in an instant, they arrived at the oldest mountain.
But they found themselves standing on the edge of a cliff. Across the gorge, they spotted a massive bird’s nest with a snow-white feather inside—it was the flying feather.
The Elf said, “Now this is tricky. How are we supposed to get the feather from such a steep cliff? I’m not all-powerful, you know…”
Just then, he looked up and saw the Queen flying towards them on her broomstick.
The Queen also noticed them. Gritting her teeth, she said, “Snow White, not only did you steal the title of ‘the fairest of them all,’ but you also took the magic ring, and now you’re here to compete with me for the flying feather! This is the perfect opportunity—no one around and a cliff at your feet—I’ll finally get rid of you! Then both the magic ring and the flying feather will be mine…”
Thinking of this, she turned her anger into delight and laughed out loud. With a powerful push, she sped up on her broomstick.
She transformed her magic wand into a large fan, and as she reached Snow White and the Elf, she swung the fan hard at them. A fierce wind rose out of nowhere, blowing both of them off the cliff before they could react.
The Elf yelled, “You wicked woman! If you want the feather, you could’ve just asked. There’s no need to go this far!”
The Queen laughed triumphantly, “You’re too late to realize that!”
Just when Snow White and the Elf thought they were doomed to fall to their deaths, they suddenly felt something lift them up.
Looking closely, they saw that a gigantic feather had caught them—it was the flying feather.
The gust of wind had also blown the feather from the nest, and it floated down to Snow White. As if it had a mind of its own, the feather quickly expanded and carried them.
The flying feather lifted Snow White and the Elf back up, flying towards the bird’s nest near the cliff.
The Elf looked across the gorge at the Queen and laughed, “Fate has intervened! Without your help, we wouldn’t have gotten the feather!”
The Queen’s face turned livid with rage. Without a word, she flew across the gorge on her broom to snatch the feather.
But the feather swiftly carried Snow White and the Elf away.
As the Queen chased them, she transformed her magic wand into a giant stick, swinging it fiercely at them.
Just as the stick was about to hit, Snow White couldn’t help but scream.
But nothing happened.
The feather curled up, wrapping them like a soft cushion of cotton.
Its outer layer transformed into a cloud, blending in with the surrounding clouds, making it impossible to tell apart.
The Queen, unable to distinguish which cloud was the feather, furiously swung her stick at the clouds in all directions.
But even if she hit the feather, Snow White and the Elf remained safe. Inside the feather, it felt as soft as cotton, shielding them completely.
This was the magic of the flying feather!
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