Les Sept vieillards

What happened to the seven dwarfs when Snow White got married and lived happily ever after with Prince Charming? They became the seven old men: seven pathetic teeny tiny identical old men on a suburban street. They couldn't stand the loneliness and always headed out together in their beret hats, flannel shorts and walking sticks made of linden wood. "Good day young lady. Enjoying the sunshine?" they would ask with one voice, like a flawless old men choir. They always got the attention they were yearning for. For even though the seven teeny tiny old men's march might look pathetic at the first glance, they were, after all, amusing. "Good day, old men. How are you holding up? Does Snow White and Prince Charming still visit you guys every now and then?" A not so sensitive damsel would ask, having absolutely no idea how horrible losing Snow White was for the seven old men. "Aye, every now and then." The seven old men would answer in unison, though that was obviously not the truth. When they headed back to their little hut making tea for seven they always fell into this melancholy silence. Until one of the seven old men finally brought up the taboo topic " I miss Snow White. I wonder what she's doing in the castle. She doesn't come visit us anymore." The seven old men would then sigh altogether, shaking their heads identically, "We miss Snow White. We miss making tea for eight. We are seven teeny tiny pathetic old men."

Knock knock. Somebody at the door. The seven old men rushed to the door no longer in marching order. They asked, not so simultaneously, "Who is it?"

Nobody at the door. It was only the sound made by a pecker.