865. Having a ball

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Cinderella’s horrible step-mother turned a blind eye to the goings-on of her two horrible daughters. Money was going missing out of purses and wallets. Lots of money. And the two ugly sisters somehow managed to wear something different every day.

“Money is going missing out of purses and wallets,” said Cinderella’s father. “Does anyone know anything about it?”

“It’ll be Cinderella,” said the sisters. “She’s not to be trusted.”

Cinderella was made to clean out the scullery twice daily for a good two weeks.

“You naughty, deceitful, thieving hussy,” said the wicked step-mother.

Come the preparations for the palace ball and you’ve never seen such a commotion. Bodices and brassieres and negligees and pantyhose and chemises and gowns and shoes and jewellery and… what a mess the house was in with preparations. And then came the night of the ball… Off the two sisters went (with the step-mother and Cinderella’s father in tow). Were they mutton dressed as lamb or what? Cougars in gowns and thongs. Cinderella was left at home to “tidy up after all the preparations”.

Quickly she threw on her gorgeous ball gown and special glass shoes. The coach (with footmen) arrived. Off she went! And there wasn’t a fairy godmother in sight.

38 thoughts on “865. Having a ball

  1. simon682

    I was the youngest son and my brothers had worked out that the blame usually descended on me. (Incidentally they are surprised at how far I hold a grudge over this). Every now and then I decided that if I was going to be blamed anyway I may as well at least be guilty. Never spent it on shoes though.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I was number 5 of 6. Arguments always occurred while doing the dishes. Dad’s voice calling from the dining room was heard daily: “The rest of you come in here and leave Bruce to finish the dishes on his own.”

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