A CINDERELLA STORY
A CINDERELLA STORY
Once upon a time there lived a beautiful young woman named Cinderella. Cinderella lived with her stepmother and her two stepsisters. One sister, Drizella, was horribly jealous of Cinderella’s beauty, and she sought to acquire the secret to Cinderella’s angelic splendor. Drizella sought long and hard to find the secret, and went from village to village, and from forest to forest. Finally, one day Drizella happened to find a travelling medicine man. This medicine man travelled with his wagon which was full of implements of curing and healing. In addition, this doctor of medicine and potions had the tools of beautification. Doctor Otto Clouffheimer possessed the miraculous art of surgery, which he called “De-Frogization.” Ecstatically, Drizella rode home on her black stallion, and implored her mother to give her thirteen golden coins for the De-Frogization surgery.
On a day which began with a rainbow set against a dark and forboding skyline, Drizella had the surgical procedures performed. Her bagging eyes were trimmed, her long fat nose was reduced, and her sloping jawline was squared. When the swelling from the surgeries had gone down, Drizella, her sister, and her mother stood before the beautiful and innocent Cinderella to vainly display the beauty of Drizella. Cinderella cried and cried as her family had so cruelly treated her. For Cinderella was no better than a slave in the mansion which was once the home of her father and mother. In the cold and dank tower where Cinderella slept, the only things which brought her comfort were her friends, the birds and the mice, and the pink gown which was once the prized possession of her beloved mother. If there was anything which the Good Lord above gave to Cinderella, it was her kind and gentle spirit, and her radiance of beauty in face and form. At night Cinderella prayed to the stars, which she felt was the doorway to the God of Heaven and Earth.
In the early springtime, the gentle and elderly king sought a young maiden for his son, the royal Prince Charming. Royal horsemen were sent from the palace to every corner of this magical kingdom, and notices of a Royal Ball were posted in every town and village. At the old and dilapidated mansion formerly owned by Cinderella’s parents, Drizella, her sister, and her mother wore their finest clothes for the Royal Ball. From her stone window in the tower, Cinderella heard the commotion from the village folk about the Royal Ball. Excitedly, she ran to the chest which held her mother’s pink gown and put the garment on. The pink gown was torn in a few places, but the sweet Cinderella was happy nonetheless to wear such a beautiful dress.
When Cinderella ran downstairs to the ornate vestibule she was confronted by the beautiful Drizella and her family. Enraged with jealousy, her stepsisters and stepmother tore apart Cinderella’s pink gown. After the family had left by stagecoach, Cinderella retreated to the fountain of water which she had often wished were a wishing well. Sitting on the dirty marble tiles, Cinderella’s deep tears fell into the fountain, and mixed with the still water within. When she was nearly asleep from her sorrowful pain, a bright and shining star glowed in its luminescence. The star turned from silver to gold, and from ruby to emerald. Suddenly, the Angel of the Lord stood before the sleeping Cinderella. The Angel of the Lord spoke, “Cinderella, your cries have been heard in heaven, and the evil injustices of your life will be vindicated. For you, Cinderella, have a kind and gentle spirit, and your beauty is not only in physical form, but it is also in your innermost heart. So awaken now Cinderella, for lo your mother’s gown has been changed into a glorious gown which befits a royal princess. A stagecoach of horsemen shall take you to the palace, and there you shall meet your betrothed the royal Prince Charming.”
Roused from her deep sleep, Cinderella saw the glorious gown bestowed upon her by the Angel of the Lord, along with the stagecoach and horsemen. She fell into the outstretched arms of the Angel of the Lord, and her warm tears fell across her beautiful face. After she thanked Him, she ran off to the awaiting stagecoach.
Meanwhile at the royal palace, the vain Drizella looked upon the other women in disgust. For there was no one more beautiful than she. When Prince Charming walked among the loyal subjects of his father’s kingdom, he looked upon the beautiful Drizella and was taken by her glorious appearance. But when they danced, Prince Charming noticed how Drizella rarely looked upon his royal face, for he too was given a gift of handsomeness. After dancing with the prince for nearly one hour, Drizella began to talk about the children they would have, and the royal appointments that would be given to them. Suddenly, the shock of Drizella’s presumptiveness as well as her deep vanity tore Prince Charming’s arms away from her.
When the palace’s royal clock struck seven minutes before midnight, Cinderella’s stagecoach finally reached the bottom of the grand stairways. At midnight, Cinderella wandered into the royal ballroom, and there, Prince Charming stood. This was destiny. For his star spoke to him about a beautiful young woman with a glorious and kind heart. When their hands met, their hearts became as one. And so it was, Cinderella met her Prince Charming. And so it was, Prince Charming’s heart was healed, for he too had lost his dear mother many, many years ago. And they lived happily ever after.
THE END
Note: This story is dedicated to the Lord Jesus Christ who gave the inspiration for this Cinderella tale.
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