It came to me quicker than you can say "glass slipper": How do you get your floors so darn shiny? and: If you were the cook, why didn't you just poison your mean ole stepmom? It's probably a good thing this paper wasn't done at home...
But of all of us, Emma probably had the best advice of all: Next time wear tennis shoes.
So that got me thinking: Cinderella would make the perfect spokesman for Nike.
Nike will be calling anyday now to thank me for that fabulous idea...I know it! I'll just do a little cleaning until they show...you know...like Cinderella.
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Once upon a time in a faraway land there was a tiny kingdom, peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. Here in a stately chateau there lived a widowed gentleman and his little daughter, Cinderella. Although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still he felt she needed a mother's care. And so he married again, choosing for his second wife a woman of good family with two daughters just Cinderella's age, by name, Anastasia and Drisella. It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the step-mother's true nature was revealed. Cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of Cinderella’s charm and beauty, she was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters. Thus as time went by, the chateau fell into disrepair for the family fortunes were squandered upon the vain and selfish step-sisters while Cinderella was abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become a servant in her own house. And yet, through it all, Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday her dreams of happiness would come true.
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