Date: Mon, 3 Feb 1997 22:32:18 -0500 From: Catherine Berchtold Subject: INT: F: HHR: Valentine Gala Preparations! At the base of a huge Redwood tree stood a woman cloaked in *writer runs to get her children's story book* a puke-yellow skirt and a black blouse with short, blue sleeves. Her raven hair sported a deep-red bow, which drove the little men wild who were following her every move. In a high-pitched voice, designed to send all the little forest creatures up their trees backwards, she began to sing loudly. "Some...day... my Prince will come..... Some....day.... my Prince will come..." Suddenly, Dopey, the little P.C. dwarf, pulled on Snow White's skirt to gain her attention. "Ms. White, excuse me. He doesn't like to be called that name, anymore. His name is, the artist formally known as Prince." Snow White puckered her ruby-red lips and said, "Oh! I'm so sorry." Then to everyone's displeasure, she began to sing again. "Some...day... my artist formally known as Prince will come..... Some.....day..... my artist formally known as Prince will come....." When her rendition resumed, all the lovely forest animals scattered like roaches.