Take Us With You

Cinderella was not difficult to please. Tired from her back-to-back chores, she needed no bed. She could use a bit of straw for a pillow. Or sleep without anything under her head. Her loveliness caused jealous feelings. Without makeup or fancy frocks, she was still the pretty one. Her stepsisters had smack talk in their hearts. They could not stop speaking meanness about her. Cinderella did not concern herself with this frivolity. She was a hard-worker who did what she had to do. Living with these diabolical creatures until she turned eighteen. “Take us with you!” urged the mice. They knew the hearts of the others.