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The second-floor hallway was dark and desolate until Cinderella walked to the window and opened the heavy drapes, letting in a flood of morning sunlight. She stepped up to the first of three closed doors, hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and opened it. In the darkness of her stepmother’s bedroom Cinderella could hardly see the elaborate round cat bed where a fat black cat was sleeping.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” Cinderella called softly from the doorway.

The cat slowly climbed to his feet, yawned, stretched, and gave Cinderella a disdainful look before turning his back and lying down again.

A beam of golden sunshine fell across Cinderella’s bed as two bluebirds fell in through her open window.

“Cinderella,” one bluebird chirped.

Cinderella sighed and rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head as she burrowed deeper under the covers.

Once upon a time in a faraway land there was a tiny kingdom that was peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. There, in a stately chateau, lived a widowed gentleman with his little daughter, Cinderella. A kind and devoted father, he gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort. Still, he felt she needed a mother’s care, and so he married again. For his second wife he chose a woman of a good family with two daughters just Cinderella’s age: by name, Anastasia and Drizella.

It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the stepmother’s true nature was revealed – cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of Cinderella’s charm and beauty. She was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters.