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Once upon a time there lived an unhappy young girl 

name Cinderella. She lived with her stepmother and 

two daughters. They didn't like her one little bit. 

All her kind thoughts and loving touches 

were for her own daughters. Nothing was 

too good for them - dresses, shoes, 

delicious food, soft beds, and every home 

comfort. But, for the poor unhappy girl, 

there was nothing at all. No dresses, only 

her stepsisters’ hand-me-downs. No lovely 

dishes, nothing but scraps. No rest and no 

comfort. She had to work hard all day. Only 

when evening came was she allowed to sit 

for a while by the fire, near the cinders. 

That’s why everybody called her Cinderella. 

It was quite true. Cinderella, even 

dressed in old rags, was a lovely girl. 

While her stepsisters, no matter how 

splendid and elegant their clothes, were 

still clumsy, lumpy and ugly and always 

would be. 

A ball was to be held at the palace and 

the stepsisters were getting ready to go. 

Cinderella didn't even dare ask if she 

could go too. She knew very well what 

the answer would be: “You? You're 

staying at home to wash the dishes, 

scrub the floors and turn down the beds 

for your stepsisters.” 

Suddenly something amazing happened. 

As Cinderella was sitting all alone, there 

was a burst of light and a fairy appeared. 

“Don't be alarmed, Cinderella,” said the 

fairy. “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 she 

had ever seen. 

With a flick of the magic wand 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.

“You shall go to the ball Cinderella. But 

remember! You must leave at midnight. 

That is when my spell ends. Your coach 

will turn back into a pumpkin and the 

horses will become mice again. You will 

be dressed in rags and wearing clogs 

instead of these glass slippers! Do you 

understand?” Cinderella smiled and said, 

“Yes, I understand!”

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