Daves small eyes darted around the dark room. Gold and other goods lay scattered across the stone floor but the one thing that caught his atention was the crystal mirror. Dave clambered towards the mirror but he tripped on a shining emerald and hit his plump head on the damp, cold wall. Then it all went wrong. the door flew open and the king swooped in, and before you could say bananas, Daves head was chopped right off. "That nasty little boy's head will be displayed on my palace wall!" screamed. Very soon, the kings wish was granted.
the crystal mirror