I Wish I Could Go To The Ball

“I wish I could go to the ball, too!
“You called?” said the fairy.

“Did I?” said Cinderella. “Who are you?”
“Why, your Fairy Godmother, of course! I know your wish. And I
have come to grant it.”
“But…” said Cinderella, “my wish is impossible.”
“Excuse me!” said the Fairy Godmother in a huff. “Did I not just show
up out of thin air?”
“Yes, you did,” said Cinderella.
“Then let me be the one to say what is possible or not!”
“Excuse me!” said the Fairy Godmother in a huff. “Did

I not just show up out of thin air?”
“Well, I think you know I want to go to the ball, too.” She looked down
at her dirty clothes. “But look at me.”
“You do look a bit of a mess, child,” said the Fairy Godmother.
“Even if I had something nice to wear," said the girl, "I would have no
way to get there."
“Dear me, all of that is possible,” said the Fairy. With that, she tapped
her wand on Cinderella’s head.
At once, Cinderella was all clean. She was dressed in a beautiful blue
gown. Her hair was set up high on her head inside a golden band.
“This is wonderful!” said Cinderella.
“Dear me, all of that is possible,” said the Fairy

Godmother.
“Who said I was done?” said the Fairy Godmother. She tapped her
wand again. At once, a beautiful carriage came to be, with a driver and
four white horses.
“Am I dreaming?” said Cinderella, looking around her.
“It is as real, as real can be,” said the Fairy Godmother. “But there is
one thing you must know.”
“What is that?”
“All of this lasts only to midnight. Tonight, at the stroke of midnight,
it will all be over. Everything will go back to how it was before.”
“Then I must be sure to leave the ball before midnight!” said
Cinderella.
“Good idea,” said the Fairy Godmother. She stepped back. “My work
is done.” And with that, the Fairy Godmother was gone.
“All of this will last only to midnight.”
Cinderella looked around her. "Did that even happen?" But there she
stood in a fine gown, and with a golden band in her hair. And there
were her driver and four horses before her, waiting.
“Coming?” called the driver.
She stepped into the carriage. And they were off.
Over at the ball, the Prince did not know what to think. “Why do you
have that sad look on your face?” the Queen said to her son. “Look
around you! You could not ask for finer maidens than these.”
“I know, Mother,” said the Prince. Yet he knew something was wrong.
He had met many of the young women. Yet after he said “hello,” one
by one, he could find nothing more to say.
"Look!" Someone pointed to the front door. “Who is that?”
All heads turned. Who was that lovely maiden stepping down the
stairs? She held her head tall and looked as if she belonged. But no
one knew her.
"Look!" Someone pointed to the front door. “Who is

that?”
“There is something about her,” said the Prince to himself. “I will ask
her to dance.” And he walked over to Cinderella.
“Have we met?” said the Prince.
“I am pleased to meet you now,” said Cinderella with a bow.
“I feel as if I know you,” said the Prince. “But of course, that is
impossible.”
“Many things are possible,” said Cinderella, “if you wish them to be
true.”
The Prince felt a leap in his heart. He and Cinderella danced. When
the song was over, they danced again. And then they danced again,
and yet again. Soon the other maidens at the ball grew jealous. “Why
is he dancing all the time with her?” they said. “How rude!”
“Many things are possible,” said Cinderella, “if you

wish it to be true.”
But all the Prince could see was Cinderella. They laughed and talked,
and they danced some more. In fact, they danced for so long that
Cinderella did not see the clock.
“Dong!” said the clock.
Cinderella looked up.
“Dong!” went the clock again.
She looked up again. “Oh, my!” she cried out. “It is almost midnight!”
“Dong!” rung the clock.
“Why does that matter?” said the Prince.
“Dong!” called the clock.
“I must go!” said Cinderella.
“Dong!” went the clock.
“Oh my!” she cried out. “It’s almost midnight!”
“But we just met!” said the Prince. “Why leave now?”

“I must GO!” said Cinderella. She ran to the steps.
“Dong!” said the clock.
“I cannot hear you,” said the Prince. “The clock is too loud!”
“Goodbye!” said Cinderella. Up, up the stairs she ran.
“Dong!” went the clock.
“Please, stop for a moment!” said the Prince.

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“I wish I could go to the ball, too!

“You called?” said the fairy.

“Excuse me!” said the Fairy Godmother in a huff. “Did

“Dear me, all of that is possible,” said the Fairy

“All of this will last only to midnight.”

"Look!" Someone pointed to the front door. “Who is

“Many things are possible,” said Cinderella, “if you

“Oh my!” she cried out. “It’s almost midnight!”

“But we just met!” said the Prince. “Why leave now?”

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