Cinderella
sighed at the cat, "Oh dear, I'm so unhappy!" and the cat murmured
"Miaow".
Suddenly something amazing happened. In the kitchen, where Cinderella
was sitting all by herself, there was a burst of light and a fairy appeared.
"Don't be alarmed, Cinderella," said the fairy. "The wind
blew me your sighs. I know you would love to go to the ball. And so you
shall!"
"How can I, dressed in rags?" Cinderella replied. "The
servants will turn me away!"
The fairy smiled. With
a flick of her magic wand... Cinderella found herself wearing the most
beautiful dress, the loveliest ever seen in the realm. "Now that we
have settled the matter of the dress," said the fairy, "we'll
need to get you a coach. A real lady would never go to a ball on foot!
Quick! Get me a pumpkin!" she ordered.
"Oh of course," said Cinderella, rushing away. Then the
fairy turned to the cat. "You, bring me seven mice!"
"Seven mice!" said the cat. "I didn't know fairies
ate mice too!"
"They're not for eating, silly! Do as you are told!... and,
remember they must be alive!"
Cinderella soon returned with a fine pumpkin and the cat with seven
mice he had caught in the cellar. "Good!" exclaimed the fairy.
With a flick of her magic wand... wonder of wonders! The pumpkin turned
into a sparkling coach and the mice became six white horses, while the
seventh mouse turned into a coachman, in a smart uniform and carrying a
whip. Cinderella could hardly believe her eyes.
"I
shall present you at Court. You will soon see that the Prince, in whose
honour the ball is being held, will be enchanted by your loveliness. But
remember! You must leave the ball at midnight and come home. For that is
when the spell ends. Your coach will turn back into a pumpkin, the horses
will become mice again and the coachman will turn back into a mouse...
and you will be dressed again in rags and wearing clogs instead of these
dainty little slippers! Do you understand?" Cinderella smiled and
said, "Yes, I understand!"
When Cinderella entered the ballroom at the palace, a hush fell.
Everyone stopped in mid-sentence to admire her elegance, her beauty and
grace. "Who can that be?" people asked each other.
The two stepsisters
also wondered who the newcomer was, for never in a month of Sundays, would
they ever have guessed that the beautiful girl was really poor Cinderella
who talked to the cat!
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