"Cinderello!" shouted his stepfather, looking up from a letter. "Come and clean my bedroom at once."
"Yes, Stepfather," Cinderello called from the kitchen, where he was making lunch. His stepbrothers had ordered their usual revolting dishes. "Urgh! Crap!" he moaned.
"Well, I've made the nacho sausage trifle," Cinderello thought to himself. "The cabbage and flan custard pie will just have to wait."
He picked up his broom and made his way to the stairs. But his stepbrothers were blocking the way.
"What's little Cinders doing today then?" teased Griseldo.
"He's sweeping away cobwebs, like a servant," sneered Gimoaldo.
"Get on with then, servant boy," said Griseldo.
Just then, Cinderello's stepfather appeared.
"Griseldo, Gimoaldo," he cried. "I have the most exciting news. The Princess is giving a Christmas Ball and you're invited."
"We'll dress you in the finest clothes—only the best for my handsome darlings. Isn't that right, dear?" he said to Cinderello's mother.
Cinderello gripped his broom hard. "May I go to the Ball as well?" he asked, in a scared whisper.
"You? Go to the Ball?" said his stepfather. "You must be joking. You belong in the kitchen."
Cinderello turned to his mother, but she coughed and looked away. "She's too scared of Stepfather to help me," thought Cinderello. "If only I could go to the ball..."
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Cinderello
FantastikAlthough mistreated by his stepfather and stepbrothers, Cinderello meets his princess with the help of his fairy godfather.
