CindereLlA scrubbed away; the tears were flowing. Suddenly this weird apparition materialised. "Get away from me", commanded Cinderella, "I've been doing karate, you should know." "Don't be afraid dear, I'm your fairy godmother. I've come to tell you that you shall go to the ball.", soothed the apparition. "But you don't look like a fairy godmother dressed in your distressed jeans, Bardot top and boat shoes", protested Cinderella, hands on hips. "Us fairy godmothers do try to keep up with the trends, you know. But if that's a clash in progressing, I can change if you want", the fairy godmother replied as, with a twirl, her outfit transformed into the cloak-clad, hooded image that quelled Cinderella's misgivings. "Ok", she responded, "but what ball are you referring to", said Cinderella with a puzzled look. "Oh, oops, I meant to say 'you shall go to the disco'!" Cinderella's face lit up with excitement …
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