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CINDERELLA-THE REAL STORY
By Yvonne Augustin

I'm sure you have all heard the story of Cinderella. You know

the beautiful

girl with the two mean step-sisters, and wicked

step-mother.

Well you already know the ending, the beautiful girl marries

the handsome prince, and they live happily ever after.

Well that was the fairy tale, this is the real story.

My name is Oscar and I am a mouse..

I am not related to Mickey, Minnie, or Mighty,

(even though there is a small resemblance to that super-hero

Mighty mouse).

I live in the attic in Cinderella's house. You might

say Cindy and I were roommates.

When she was small, and her father was alive, we shared a beautiful
room downstairs. But after her father died, she was put in the attic.
I naturally followed, because I knew she would need my company.
And need me she did. At first, she thought of me only as a common
ordinary mouse. Night after night she would throw me crumbs.
(I thought she was very kind). Then one night, after her step-mother
locked the door, she began to cry. I climbed up on Cindy's lap.
She talked to me and gave me my name. I thought at the time it was
a nerdy name, "Oscar", but I am used to it now. I even kind-of like it.

Everyday I watched Cindy work sooo hard. Finally one day, quite by

accident, I found a way to help her. You see, her step-sisters were

ordering her around, and they made her cry. Cindy cried a lot.

( I never knew a girl could hold so much water!.) Anyway,

I ran to Cindy and they saw me.

Boy, you should have seen them clear the room!.

Faster than a speeding bullet-- they almost broke their necks

as they ran screaming from the room. You should have heard them!

"Eeeek... a Mouse!","Mother!!", "Help!!!". Cindy and I laughed so hard.

It was a really good moment.

Then there was the time when I hid on a plate of food that was

meant for Cindy's step-mother. When she saw me, first she fainted,

then she had hysterics for three days!. Three days of peace!,

that was really nice!.

The only other person who was not afraid of me was Esmerelda.

She was Cindy's fairy God-Mother. We called her Essie for short.

She just popped up on the day of the big ball. Poor Cindy had

run herself ragged waiting on those step-sisters, trying to do the

impossible, and make them.. not beautiful..but just presentable.

I mean they were sooo ugly... it wasn't skin deep,

it was all the way to the bone!!!.

Anyway, Cindy was talking to me in the garden, when this strange

looking woman walked through the gate. Most people think she

magically appeared in a beautiful white light, but she didn't.

She just walked in the yard with a brown Foodtown shopping bag in
her hand. I really thought she was here for a hand-out. Cindy must
have thought the same thing, because she offered her a glass of milk
and some cookies. She didn't look much like a fairy God-mother, either.
Her dress was torn, her shoes had holes, and her hair... well, let's just
say I've seen a better hair-do on a horse I used to know.

I mean, this fairy God-mother

looked like she needed a fairy God-mother.

                              I was about to say something like "Hit the road", when Essie asked
                    Cindy why she was not preparing to go to the ball. Cindy told her
                    she had no clothes or transportation. Well!, faster than you could say
                    " the rat ate the cheese", the old woman reaches into her bag and pulls
                             out the most beautiful blue ball gown you have ever seen!. It was royal blue,
                    with little black stars, and it was just Cindy's size!. Then, she reached in her
                    bag again and pulled out a white evening bag, a silver crown, and the famous
                    glass slippers. ( I had to turn my head while she provided the unmentionables.)
                    Then she told Cindy to hop to it, and go change her clothes, while she sees
                    what can be done about the transportation. I told her to call a cab, but she said
                    "One does not arrive at a Kings palace in a cab or a rent-a car!".

Anyway, while I'm looking around for something to use, the old girl goes

in the bag again, and pulls out a small coach. It was just about my size.

She put it on the ground, and darned if the thing didn't begin to grow!.

I ran for cover. When the coach finally stopped growing, it was just right

for Cindy. The wonders of modern science!

Right then Essie called me, and.. like a dumb-dumb, I came.

Before I knew what hit me, I had four hoofs and a tail. Seeing my alarm,

Essie assured me it was only temporary. I didn't mind a little sacrifice

for the cause (but I hate oats!).

By this time Cindy appeared, and she was looking hot!. (I even tried to whistle,

but it came out a whinny). Cindy got into the coach and then we all realized

the old girl had forgotten one thing... a driver.

So she grabbed a frog hopping through the garden,
and turned him into a driver.

If you ask me, we would have saved a lot of time if she had

just made him a Prince instead. They're always doing that in

other fairy tales, but noooooo, we had to do things the hard way.

Cindy was a smash at the ball.
The Prince was totally captivated.

At midnight, they were going to get a

cold drink of lemonade, when Cindy's dress started to come apart.

Well!, it didn't take a genius to figure out that she'd better get out of

there.

So she took off, with the Prince

on her trail.

Fortunately he was clumsy, and he tripped. That gave Cindy

just enough time to jump into the coach and leave the Palace grounds.

About half-way home the coach shrank so small, that Cindy had to get

out and walk. It was then when she realized she had lost a shoe.

Hobbling home on one shoe is no joke!.

All night long, Cindy talked about the Prince, the ball, and the

great time she had. It was like her tongue got stuck by a

phonograph needle. Essie finally gave up and left about 4:30 a.m.,

mumbling something about creating a monster. Cindy wore herself

out around 6:00 am. It was a good thing the "steps" slept late that

morning,

or Cindy wouldn't have had any sleep at all!. Later that

afternoon,

the word came through the cheese-vine. The Prince

would begin

a search for the love of his life tomorrow. He had

fallen in love at

the ball last night, with a young lady he knew only

by a slipper she

left behind.

I was so excited to hear this news, I immediately went to tell Cindy.

I must say she took the news rather well. With just a

"Oh, that's nice to hear", she went back to her work.

(I was expecting at least one jump for joy!)

The next day, the Prince came to our house and the

"steps", (including their mother!), all tried to get their

size 10 feet into this size 4 slipper. It's a wonder the poor

slipper didn't break!. Cindy was locked in the garden and

had no chance to try on the slipper.

That is when I saved the day.

As the Prince entered his coach, I ran under the horses hoofs.
The stupid beasts were so frightened of a little mouse, they ran
straight through the garden gate, nearly trampling Cindy in the process.
It's a good thing that girl is light on her feet!.

The Prince was so apologetic it took him at least ten minutes before
he realized this girl had not tried on the slipper. Well... we all know the end.
She tried it on, it fit like a glove, and they lived happily ever after.

So the next time you hear the story of Cinderella, remember you heard
the real story here first...from

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