Cinderella
It was raining heavily, and large drops of water were flowing down the window glass. Sometimes, a lightning could be seen, and after a while, thunder could be heard.
Cinderella was glumly watching the fire, and mumbling under her nose: “to the ball they went, huh? And they left me alone – what nonsense. Where’s that damn kettle, anyway?”
Suddenly, a bright light shone behind her, and a soft voice said: Read on...
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