A dusty sign in a hidden alley advertised, “Magic Wand: Party needs instantly.” A bell tinkled; Cinderella opened the door.
A wizened woman with a sharp face greeted her.
“You take charity cases,” Cinderella asked.
“We’re swamped. Can it wait?”
“The ball, isn’t it. Everyone’s been invited. But I can’t go like this.” Cinderella pointed to her rags.
“No family support?” The woman waved a hand over a crystal ball. “Guess not. A rat to drive the coach. Mice, lizards, transformed to assist. Glass slippers and a diaphanous gown.”
“A rat?”
“They never get lost. Get you back on time.”
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