CINDERELLA AND THE FAIRY GODFATHER COPYRIGHT 2013 RZEVANS
Cabot, the gardener, had been around for many years; he was there when Cinderella's father was growing up, he was there when Cinderella was born, and he loved the family like a devoted uncle. In the midst of all the tragedy, Cinderella was always the one bright star in his life. After the master's death, he stayed on and put up with the stepmother's abuse for Cinderella's sake. He kept no light in his tiny room next to the stable stalls, and from the dark he could decipher and interpret a lot. For instance, he knew Cinderella's stepmother was slipping out most nights to meet the married proprietor of The Silver Barrel, the village's infamous tavern. The slut had long ago gone through the money that Cinderella's father had left her. What the stepmother didn't know was that the master never trusted her and had placed a good deal of money in Cabot's care. The unscrupuloous woman had never even wondered why she didn't get a bill for the estate taxes. Cabot had taken care of that yearly, for when the reckoning came, he wanted the land to be in the clear. His immediate need was to determine how he was going to arrange for Cinderella to attend the King's Ball.
"Good morning, Cindeella," said Cabot, "do you want to go to the ball everyone is talking about?"
"Oh yes, Cabot, but mother won't let it happen. She'll find some excuse at the last minute to keep me here."
Cabot could be devious when needed, so he began his secret arrangements; first, he paid Angela, the baker's wife to make a beautiful gown, and of course she was sworn to secrecy. Then, he convinced Frederick, who owed him a big favor, to serve as a coachman for the rig he hired from old man MacDougal. Cabot's brother, Henry, a very resourceful individual, provided the beauatiful matched team. A hefty bribe to all concerened parties insured that there would be no wagging tongues. The only fly in the ointmaent would come from Cinderella herself. There wasn't a deceitful bone in that lovely girl's body. So, the night of the ball there was but one small deed left to complete Cabot''s plans, and this deed would have to be entirely of his own doing. Of course he did have to have Angela on hand to help with the gown.
"Oh Cinderella, " called Cabot, "can you help me for a minute?" I need you to taste this last batch of wine I have brewed. There's something about the taste that I don't quite understand.
Cabot, the gardener, had been around for many years; he was there when Cinderella's father was growing up, he was there when Cinderella was born, and he loved the family like a devoted uncle. In the midst of all the tragedy, Cinderella was always the one bright star in his life. After the master's death, he stayed on and put up with the stepmother's abuse for Cinderella's sake. He kept no light in his tiny room next to the stable stalls, and from the dark he could decipher and interpret a lot. For instance, he knew Cinderella's stepmother was slipping out most nights to meet the married proprietor of The Silver Barrel, the village's infamous tavern. The slut had long ago gone through the money that Cinderella's father had left her. What the stepmother didn't know was that the master never trusted her and had placed a good deal of money in Cabot's care. The unscrupuloous woman had never even wondered why she didn't get a bill for the estate taxes. Cabot had taken care of that yearly, for when the reckoning came, he wanted the land to be in the clear. His immediate need was to determine how he was going to arrange for Cinderella to attend the King's Ball.
"Good morning, Cindeella," said Cabot, "do you want to go to the ball everyone is talking about?"
"Oh yes, Cabot, but mother won't let it happen. She'll find some excuse at the last minute to keep me here."
Cabot could be devious when needed, so he began his secret arrangements; first, he paid Angela, the baker's wife to make a beautiful gown, and of course she was sworn to secrecy. Then, he convinced Frederick, who owed him a big favor, to serve as a coachman for the rig he hired from old man MacDougal. Cabot's brother, Henry, a very resourceful individual, provided the beauatiful matched team. A hefty bribe to all concerened parties insured that there would be no wagging tongues. The only fly in the ointmaent would come from Cinderella herself. There wasn't a deceitful bone in that lovely girl's body. So, the night of the ball there was but one small deed left to complete Cabot''s plans, and this deed would have to be entirely of his own doing. Of course he did have to have Angela on hand to help with the gown.
"Oh Cinderella, " called Cabot, "can you help me for a minute?" I need you to taste this last batch of wine I have brewed. There's something about the taste that I don't quite understand.