Cinderfella
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Cinderfella
I am sure you have heard the story of Cinderella. I am also sure you know Cinderella wore glass slippers. But, Im sure you do not know that Cinderella was a fake! Cinderfella is the real character.
Let me tell you about Cinderfella.
Once there was a boy named Farley. He wore rags, had scabs, hadnt washed in years and was covered with ashes because his father made him clean the fireplace daily. His brothers never seemed to do much of anything. So everyone called him Cinderfella. His only friends were rats.
Cinderfella dreamed of marrying a Princess who had a palace.
One day a mail carrier came carrying a letter. It said, “To All Gentlemen ~ Princess Lee wants to get married. A dance will be held at Bellports Champagne House. The best gentleman shall marry Princess Lee.”
This is my big chance, thought Cinderfella.
“Cinder, what is all that racket?” asked his father. “We got invited to a dance, father,” said Cinderfella. “Give me that,” the father responded in an unpleasant voice. Cinderfella gave the letter to his father. “Can I go, father?” asked Cinderfella.
Only if you mop the floors,
Only if you wash the doors,
Only if you bathe the rats
And along with that
Shave the cats.”
“Shave the cats!” said Cinderfella puzzled.
“Well, maybe you can skip that,” the father said.
His brothers heard about the dance and thought it would be fun. The father didnt have a problem with that.
While everyone else in the house was getting prepared for the dance, Cinderfella was cleaning the floors and then the doors, bathing the rats, but not shaving the cats. Instead, he was making himself a tuxedo. (Bow and all.)
It was now time for the dance and everyone left for the Champagne House, except Cinderfella. He was busily getting dressed. But, oops! All of the seams opened and the tuxedo fell apart!
Well, there wasnt any Fairy Godmothers or Godfathers left for this Cinderfella story, so a Fairy Goat came flying out of the sky.
“A Fairy Godmother or Godfather is suppose to fly out of the sky, not a goat!” he yelled. “Im the best you can get, unless you want a Fairy Bug,” the goat responded. “Lets just get on with the story,” said Cinderfella.
Bibbitty, bobbitty, goat! All of a sudden little gold sheep were floating around in circles