Once upon a time there was a poor young girl named Cinderhollie. She had one beautiful (but kind of a ding bat) sister named Brehannah who wore all the dresses in the house and played with all the play doh. Cinderhollie also had a wicked stepmother, cruel, cruel woman who made her do all the dishes and the sweeping and the vacuuming and the computering and the walking of the dog and the feeding of the goats and the feeding of the Terry. Work work work, laundering, newslettering, cooking, it went on and on and poor Cinderhollie was a frazzle of her former self. Brehannah, though, did nothing but play and color all day long. Life was one big party to her. Cinderhollie, sweet little innocent thing that she was, decided to lock Brehannah up in a closet and shove cat food to her under the door. BUT she couldn't do that, because she was the hero of this story. Drat!

One day, after all the cooking and cleaning was going full sway, a man came to the door and announced that there was going to be a spaghetti supper over and the King's newly furnished palace. Everyone in the house was invited, but poor Cinderhollie had so much to do that she would never be able to go. AND to top it all off, she had nothing to wear to meet the Prince. Her wicked (lame) stepmother from the couch had a world of things for her to do, and Brehannah wanted her to braid her hair (she wanted to braid it around Brehannah's neck really TIGHT, but she was the innocent good little hero of this story and couldn't do that. Drat!), and Terry wanted her to run off a gazillion copies of a picture of some castle down the road!

The day of the Spaghetti Supper came and there was Brehannah and the cruel evil Stepmother (who was to be carried by Terry on a couch) and Terry all ready to go. Cinderhollie wished she had a twelve-gauge so she could peg them all at the front door, but she was the hero of the story and couldn't muss up her image. Pooh! They gave her a list of all the things she had to do before they got back, waved good-bye and took off in their Ford Tempo Carriage - off to the King's palace.

Meanwhile, Cinderhollie started to cry. She knew, being the hero of the story, that if she looked really helpless some divine intervention would come, some fairy Godmother. And then, all of a sudden, a great big woman appeared from nowhere. It was her Fairy Starlight. Starlight licked her tears away and said, "You will go to the Spaghetti Supper" and she flicked her magic tail and it changed the dog cage into a Ford Explorer, and she flicked her tail and it turned Cinderhollie's cats into a driver, a mechanic (in case she needed one) and a Real Estate buyer. Her Fairy Starlight flicked her tail one last time and turned Cinderhollie's cleaning rags that she was wearing into a beautiful denim ensemble, with a rose cotton blouse (little flowers on the shoulders) and a sprig of wildflower in her hair. "But remember," Fairy Starlight said, "you must be home by Midnight or everything flicks back to it's old shape."

She was off in her Explorer, headed down the street to the King's Palace, parked and rang the doorbell. She was greeted by the King and Queen, who were very short. King Max and Queen Sarah Lee were very happy to see such a beautiful young lady and jumped all over her in happiness. They introduced her to the guests they had. Her family did not recognize her at all. Then they introduced her to the prince, Prince David, who threw Spaghetti at her because he liked her. They danced all night.

Uh-oh. It got to be midnight. Suddenly Cinderhollie flew out of the house but she dropped her tiny slipper...uh, tiny earring...uh, tiny - oh, she left her Nikes there by mistake.

The Prince, seeing the Ford Explorer ride out of sight, said to himself, "I've got to find that woman!" So he started to search for her the very next day. And when he came to Cinderhollie's house, Cinderhollie was feeding the goats. He tried the slipper on Brehannah but it was too big, and on the wicked stepmother but it was too small and then he tried it on Terry but it was the wrong color (it didn't match his eyes) and he said, "Isn't there anyone else who lives here?" And they told him that yes, there was a little slave girl who fed the goats and did housework but she wouldn't fit in the shoe. So, he said, "Okay." Just then Starlight came out of the cage, flicked her tail and looked exactly like Cinderhollie had the night of the Spaghetti Supper. The Prince was amazed, to think all along he was in love with the dog! (BIG surprise.) Starlight flicker her tail and made the dog cage back into the Prince's favorite vehicle, a Ford Explorer.

Cinderhollie was just coming back out of the backyard when she saw HERSELF walking towards the ford explorer with Prince David - "Hey," she said. "That's NOT me! I'm here Prince David." But the Fairy Starlight turned to Cinderhollie and said, "You know, I'm really tired of getting the bum end of the deal in this story. I want the Prince every now and then. Go feed your goats, Cinderhollie! He only wants the Ford Explorer anyway!" And Fairy Starlight marched into the Ford Explorer with Prince David and took off. But just in the last second, Cinderhollie took a scoop ful of goatpoo and slung it on the back window of the Ford Explorer. And she smiled.

The moral of the story: Never let your Fairy Starlight know what you really want AND always have your shoes match your eyes AND when it comes down to it, slinging goatpoo is more fun.