What are FIVE Benefits of Fairytales
- Hear and recognise the features of Connected Speech
- Expand and develop Vocabularly
- Improve Comprehension skills
- Get more accustomed to the fluency and speed of English in a British accent
- Entertaining – learning with pleasure!
Now you know the benefits, take a listen to part one of the fairytale Snow White. If you enjoy part one and would like to hear the rest of the story, you can download the fairytale as part of the Ultimate RP British Accent Learning Resource.
TRANSCRIPT: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Once upon a time in a great castle, a Prince’s daughter grew
up happy and contented, in spite of a jealous stepmother. She
was very pretty, with blue eyes and long black hair. Her skin
was delicate and fair, and so she was called Snow White.
Everyone was quite sure she would become very beautiful.
Though her stepmother was a wicked woman, she too was
very beautiful, and the magic mirror told her this every day,
whenever she asked it.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the
land?” The reply was always; “You are, your Majesty,” until the
dreadful day when she heard it say, “Snow White is the
loveliest in the land.” The stepmother was furious and, wild
with jealousy, began plotting to get rid of her rival. Calling one
of her trusty servants, she bribed him with a rich reward to
take Snow White into the forest, far away from the Castle.
Then, unseen, he was to put her to death. The greedy servant,
attracted to the reward, agreed to do this deed, and he led the
innocent little girl away. However, when they came to the fatal
spot, the man’s courage failed him and, leaving Snow White
sitting beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Snow
White was all alone in the forest.
Night came, but the servant did not return. Snow White, alone
in the dark forest, began to cry bitterly. She thought she could
feel terrible eyes spying on her, and she heard strange sounds
and rustlings that made her heart thump. At last, overcome by
tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree.
Snow White slept fitfully, wakening from time to time with a
start and staring into the darkness round her. Several times,
she thought she felt something, or somebody touch her as she
At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and
Snow White too, awoke. A whole world was stirring to life and
the little girl was glad to see how silly her fears had been.
However, the thick trees were like a wall round her, and as
she tried to find out where she was, she came upon a path.
She walked along it, hopefully. On she walked till she came to
a clearing. There stood a strange cottage, with a tiny door,
tiny windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the
cottage was much tinier than it ought to be. Snow White
pushed the door open.
“I wonder who lives here?” she said to herself, peeping round
the kitchen. “What tiny plates! And spoons! There must be
seven of them, the table’s laid for seven people.” Upstairs was
a bedroom with seven neat little beds. Going back to the
kitchen, Snow White had an idea.
“I’ll make them something to eat. When they come home,
they’ll be glad to find a meal ready.” Towards dusk, seven tiny
men marched homewards singing. But when they opened the
door, to their surprise they found a bowl of hot steaming soup
on the table, and the whole house spick and span. Upstairs
was Snow White, fast asleep on one of the beds. The chief
dwarf prodded her gently.
“Who are you?” he asked. Snow White told them her sad
story, and tears sprang to the dwarfs’ eyes. Then one of them
said, as he noisily blew his nose:
“Stay here with us!”
“Hooray! Hooray!” they cheered, dancing joyfully round the
little girl. The dwarfs said to Snow White:
“You can live here and tend to the house while we’re down the
mine. Don’t worry about your stepmother leaving you in the
forest. We love you and we’ll take care of you!” Snow White
gratefully accepted their hospitality, and next morning the
dwarfs set off for work. But they warned Snow White not to
open the door to strangers.
Meanwhile, the servant had returned to the castle, with the
heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the cruel stepmother, telling
her it belonged to Snow White, so that he could claim the
reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother turned again to the
magic mirror. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror
replied: “The loveliest in the land is still Snow White, who lives
in the seven dwarfs’ cottage, down in the forest.” The
stepmother was beside herself with rage.
“She must die! She must die!” she screamed. Disguising
herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple
with the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way
into the forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the
trees. She reached the bank unseen, just as Snow White stood
waving goodbye to the seven dwarfs on their way to the mine.
Snow White was in the kitchen when she heard the sound at
the door: KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Who’s there?” she called suspiciously, remembering the
“I’m an old peasant woman selling apples,” came the reply.
“I don’t need any apples, thank you,” she replied.
“But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy!” said the
velvety voice from outside the door.
“I’m not supposed to open the door to anyone,” said the little
girl, who was reluctant to disobey her friends.
“And quite right too! Good girl! If you promised not to open up
to strangers, then of course you can’t buy. You are a good girl
indeed!” Then the old woman went on.
“And as a reward for being good, I’m going to make you a gift
of one of my apples!” Without a further thought, Snow White
opened the door just a tiny crack, to take the apple.
“There! Now isn’t that a nice apple?” Snow White bit into the
fruit, and as she did, fell to the ground in a faint: the effect of
the terrible poison left her lifeless instantaneously.
Now chuckling evilly, the wicked stepmother hurried off. But
as she ran back across the swamp, she tripped and fell into
the quicksand. No one heard her cries for help, and she
disappeared without a trace.
Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the mine to find the sky
had grown dark and stormy. Loud thunder echoed through the
valleys and streaks of lightning ripped the sky. Worried about
Snow White they ran as quickly as they could down the
mountain to the cottage.
There they found Snow White, lying still and lifeless, the
poisoned apple by her side. They did their best to bring her
around, but it was no use.
They wept and wept for a long time. Then they laid her on a
bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a
Each day they laid a flower there.
Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man
admiring Snow White’s lovely face through the glass. After
listening to the story, the Prince made a suggestion.
“If you allow me to take her to the Castle, I’ll call in famous
doctors to waken her from this peculiar sleep. She’s so lovely
I’d love to kiss her!” He did, and as though by magic, the
Prince’s kiss broke the spell. To everyone’s astonishment,
Snow White opened her eyes. She had amazingly come back
to life! Now in love, the Prince asked Snow White to marry
him, and the dwarfs reluctantly had to say good bye to Snow
From that day on, Snow White lived happily in a great castle.
But from time to time, she was drawn back to visit the little
cottage down in the forest.