Cinderella

[Pendragon]

Cinderella

It’s about time you faced up to reality, young lady!
Fairy Godmothers do not exist!
That’s not a fine gown from Sak’s Fifth Avenue.
You’re wearing rags! Filthy rags, ya hear?
You are not riding in a limo, nor a coach.
It’s a pumpkin, Stupid!
Those aren’t fine thoroughbreds.
Mice! They’re mice!
And there are not and never have been
any glass slippers.
You’re barefoot, for God’s sake!
I’m sorry.
But, then again, fantasies have never hurt anyone—
that is—
until Midnight…

Dale Harris
© 9/5/96
Published in Pegasus, their right to reprint recognized

[blazeofglory]

Cinderella

It’s about time you faced up to reality, young lady!
Fairy Godmothers do not exist!
That’s not a fine gown from Sak’s Fifth Avenue.
You’re wearing rags! Filthy rags, ya hear?
You are not riding in a limo, nor a coach.
It’s a pumpkin, Stupid!
Those aren’t fine thoroughbreds.
Mice! They’re mice!
And there are not and never have been
any glass slippers.
You’re barefoot, for God’s sake!
I’m sorry.
But, then again, fantasies have never hurt anyone—
that is—
until Midnight…

Dale Harris
© 9/5/96
Published in Pegasus, their right to reprint recognized

fabulously beautiful and it mesmerizes anyone. Of course I agree that fantasies will hurt after midnights.

[firefangled]

Another fine piece of wisdom, Pen. I liked this.

[ampoule]

Cinderella

It’s about time you faced up to reality, young lady!
Fairy Godmothers do not exist!
That’s not a fine gown from Sak’s Fifth Avenue.
You’re wearing rags! Filthy rags, ya hear?
You are not riding in a limo, nor a coach.
It’s a pumpkin, Stupid!
Those aren’t fine thoroughbreds.
Mice! They’re mice!
And there are not and never have been
any glass slippers.
You’re barefoot, for God’s sake!
I’m sorry.
But, then again, fantasies have never hurt anyone—
that is—
until Midnight…

Dale Harris
© 9/5/96
Published in Pegasus, their right to reprint recognized


She sat there in a big ole heap, crying,
holding her tiny pale hands over her ringing ears,
NOOOOOO, I can't bear it, please, please stop!
She rose up on her knees, Fairy Godmother,
where are you? NO NO NO, she sobbed, I cannot
listen to this and she fell onto the floor
wiping them with her rags, washing them with
her tears, when all of a sudden she started
rolling around on the floor, giggling and kicking,
no, stop it, stop it, hahaha, I can't stand it,
STOP!!, as the little mice played tag in and out
of her tacky clothes and all around her,
the biggest one tickling her toes
causing her to kick the air, sending him
flying through it, landing right in the middle of
the mean ole Pendragon's.....PUMPKIN PIE!!
How COULD you, she wailed?!, as he wiped
the corner of his mouth and flicked a stray
pumpkin seed at the clock as it began to chime.

Sorry Pen, I couldn't resist. You got me all stirred up. :D

[huihuffaker]

Cinderella

It’s about time you faced up to reality, young lady!
Fairy Godmothers do not exist!
That’s not a fine gown from Sak’s Fifth Avenue.
You’re wearing rags! Filthy rags, ya hear?
You are not riding in a limo, nor a coach.
It’s a pumpkin, Stupid!
Those aren’t fine thoroughbreds.
Mice! They’re mice!
And there are not and never have been
any glass slippers.
You’re barefoot, for God’s sake!
I’m sorry.
But, then again, fantasies have never hurt anyone—
that is—
until Midnight…

Dale Harris
© 9/5/96
Published in Pegasus, their right to reprint recognized


"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." - Philip K. Dick.



Your right.

[Pendragon]

She sat there in a big ole heap, crying,
holding her tiny pale hands over her ringing ears,
NOOOOOO, I can't bear it, please, please stop!
She rose up on her knees, Fairy Godmother,
where are you? NO NO NO, she sobbed, I cannot
listen to this and she fell onto the floor
wiping them with her rags, washing them with
her tears, when all of a sudden she started
rolling around on the floor, giggling and kicking,
no, stop it, stop it, hahaha, I can't stand it,
STOP!!, as the little mice played tag in and out
of her tacky clothes and all around her,
the biggest one tickling her toes
causing her to kick the air, sending him
flying through it, landing right in the middle of
the mean ole Pendragon's.....PUMPKIN PIE!!
How COULD you, she wailed?!, as he wiped
the corner of his mouth and flicked a stray
pumpkin seed at the clock as it began to chime.

Sorry Pen, I couldn't resist. You got me all stirred up. :DOh, Amp, you made my day! I needed that! Thank you! ;)

[AuntShecky]

What is this Disney obsession with rodents? His animators created the mice in Cinderella, and of course, Uncle Walt himself came up with the squeaky meal ticket that started the dynasty. But even as Walt lies frozen in
his cryogenic "cel," Disney's hired hands, Pixar, are becoming rodentophiles. The other night my daughter watched a DVD of "Ratatouille," and it almost freaked her out. We all thought that the movie was about just ONE little mousey who becomes a chef-- but there were swarms of the vermin!