Cinderella
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Once upon a time, a girl named Cinderella lived with her stepmother and two stepsisters. Poor Cinderella had to work hard all day long so the others could rest. It was she who had to wake up each morning when it was still dark and cold to start the fire. It was she who cooked the meals. It was she who kept the fire going.
The poor girl could not stay clean from all the ashes and cinders by the fire. What a mess. Her two steps. Oysters laughed. And that is why they called her Cinderella.
One day, big news came to town. The king and queen were going to have a ball. It was time for the prince to find a bride. All the young ladies in the land were invited to come. They were wild with joy.
They would wear their most beautiful gown and fix their hair extra nice. Maybe the prince would like them. At Cinderella's House. She now had extra work to do. She had to make two brand new gowns for her stepsisters.
Faster. Shouted One stepsister. You called that a dress. Screamed the other. Oh, Dear.
Said
Cinderella.
Oh,
Dear.
Said,
Cinderella,
when
can
I?
The
stepmother
marched
into
the
room.
When
can
you
what?
Well said the girl. When will I have time to make my own dress for the ball? You. Yelled the stepmother who said you were going to the ball. What a laugh.
Said one step. Said one step. Such a mess. They pointed at Cinderella. All of them laughed.
Cinderella
said
to
herself,
when
they
look
at
me,
maybe
they
see
a
mess.
But
I
am
not
that
way.
And
if
I
could,
I
would
go
to
the
ball.
Soon
the
time
came
for
the
stepmother
and
stepsisters
to
leave
for
the
big
party.
Their
fine
carriage
came
to
the
door.
The stepmother and stepsisters hopped inside. And they were off. Good bye called Cinderella HOF, called Cinderella. Have a good time. But her stepmother and stepsisters did not turn around to see her.
Ah, Me. Said Cinderella. Sadly. The carriage rode down the street. She said aloud.
I
wish
I
could
go
to
the
Ball
too.
Then
poof.
All
of
a
sudden,
in
front
of
her
was
a
fairy.
You
Called?
Said
the
fairy.
Did I? Said Cinderella. Who are you? Why, your fairy godmother, of course. I know your wish, and I have come to grant it.
But said Cinderella, my wish is impossible. Excuse me? Said the fairy godmother in a huff. Did I not just show up out of thin air? Yes, you did said Cinderella.
Then let me be the one to say what is possible or not. Well, I think you know. I want to go to the ball too. She looked down at her dirty clothes. But look at me.
You
do
look
a
bit
of
a
mess,
child,
said
the
fairy
godmother.
Even
if
I
had
something
nice
to
wear,
said
the
girl,
I
would
have
no
way
to
get
there.
Dear
me,
all
of
that
is
possible,
said
the
fairy.
With
that
she
tapped
her
wand
on
Cinderella's
head.
At
once
Cinderella
was
all
clean.
She was dressed in a beautiful blue gown. Her hair was set up high on her head inside a golden band. This is wonderful. Said Cinderella. Who said I was done?
Said
the
fairy
godmother.
She
tapped
her
wand
again.
At
once
a
beautiful
carriage
came
to
be
with
a
driver
and
four
white
horses.
Am
I
dreaming?
Said
Cinderella,
looking
around
her.
It is as real as real can be, said the Fairy Godmother. But there is one thing you must know. What is that all? As this lasts only to midnight tonight, at the stroke of midnight it will all be over. Everything will go back to how it was before.
Then I must be sure to leave the ball before midnight, said Cinderella. Good idea, said the fairy godmother. She stepped back. My work is done. And with that the Fairy Godmother was gone.
Cinderella looked around her. Did that even happen? But there she stood, in a fine gown and with a golden band in her hair. And there were her driver and four horses before her, waiting. Coming.
Called the driver. She stepped into the carriage and they were off over at the ball. The Prince did not know what to think. Why do you have that sad look on your face? The Queen said to her son.
Look around you. You could not ask for finer maidens than these. I know. Mother said the prince yet he knew something was wrong. He had met many of the young women.
Yet after he said hello one by one, he could find nothing more to say. Look. Someone pointed to the front door. Who is that? All heads turned.
Who
was
that
lovely
maiden
stepping
down
the
stairs?
She
held
her
head
tall
and
looked
as
if
she
belonged.
But
no
one
knew
her.
There
is
something
about
her,
said
the
Prince
to
himself.
I
will
ask
her
to
dance.
And he walked over to Cinderella. Have we met? Said the prince. I am pleased to meet you. Now, said Cinderella with a bow.
I feel as if I know you, said the Prince. But of course that is impossible. Many things are possible, said Cinderella, if you wish them to be true. The Prince felt a leap in his heart. He and Cinderella danced.
When the song was over, they danced again. And then they danced again. And yet again. Soon the other maidens at the ball grew jealous. Why is he dancing all the time with her?
They
said.
How
rude.
But
all
the
Prince
could
see
was
Cinderella.
They
laughed
and
talked.
And
they
danced
some
more.
In fact, they danced for so long that Cinderella did not see the clock. Dong. Said the clock. Cinderella looked up. Dong.
Went the clock again. She looked up again. Oh my. She cried out. It is almost midnight.
Dong, rung the clock. Why does that matter? Said the prince. Dong. Called the clock.
I must go, said Cinderella. Dong. Went the clock. But we just met, said the prince. Why leave now?
Dong, run the clock. I must go. Cinderella. She ran to the steps. Cinderella.
Dong. Said the clock. I cannot hear you, said the prince. The clock is too loud. Dong.
Rung the clock. Goodbye, said Cinderella. Up, up the stairs she ran. Dong. Went the clock.
Please stop for a moment. Please stop for a moment, said the prince. Oh dear. She said as one glass slipper fell off her foot on the stair. But Cinderella kept running up.
Dong. Said the clock. Please wait a moment, said the prince. Dong, rung the clock, goodbye. Cinderella turned one last time.
Then she rushed out the door. Dong. The clock was quiet. It was midnight. Wait.
Called
the
prince.
He
picked
up
her
glass
slipper
and
rushed
out
the
door.
He
looked
around,
but
could
not
see
her
blue
dress
anywhere.
This
is
all
I
have
left
from
her,