Cinderella

Hi, I’m Cinder-Discodog. Let me tell you a story that my owner, Discorella, told me. Now, her name wasn’t always that way. First it was Ella, than Cinderella, and now Discorella. I got named Cinder-discodog because I always sat by the fire and I am good at the disco. Now, read on!

Once upon a time, in the land of disco people, there lived a girl named Ella. She was one of the most beautiful girls in the whole land. One day, her mother and her father said they would teach her some new disco moves. All mothers and fathers taught their children how to disco, and Ella’s parents were one of the best at it! But the next day, Ella’s mother died. Her father had to remarry Josephine who had 2 kids. Their names were Kate and Jack.

But 2 weeks later, the father got sick and died. Ella asked Josephine to remarry and teach her to disco. She thought that Josephine would do that, but she was wrong. Josephine told her to clean the dishes.

“But it’s your job to clean the dishes,” complained Ella.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you live here,” said Josephine. “Now get to work!”

When Ella was done, she heard Kate’s voice.

“Ella, would you bathe me?” Kate asked sweetly.

“Can’t your mother do it?” replied Ella.

“Ella, do whatever my daughter says!” ordered Josephine.

“All right,” said Ella. As soon as she was finished, Jack called her.

“Ella, please clean my room for me,” said Jack.

“Do it yourself!” shouted Ella.

“Ella, how dare you!” screamed Josephine.

“Fine,” Ella said. When she was done, Josephine told her to buy a dog. That dog was I! (I knew all the stuff before because she told me.) When we came back, I went straight to the fireplace to sleep. Ella followed me and cried. Then Josephine came in and looked at us.

“Poor Ella,” Josephine said. “I better start calling you Cinderella. And the dog will be called Cinderdog.” I didn’t care what my name was, but Ella did. Oh, I should start calling her Cinderella. So Cinderella complained to Josephine that she can’t change her name like that. Josephine said that she was her mother and could do whatever she wanted to do to her. That night, Cinderella had to sleep on the floor because Kate was in her room, Jack was in her father’s room, and Josephine was in her mother’s room. I slept with her. In the morning, we got an invitation to a ball. Here’s what it said:

Attention all young ladies. You have been invited to the prince’s ball. He will marry the lady who is the most beautiful and who is the best at the disco. Please come if you want to get married.
But Cinderella had to make breakfast, clean the house and do lots of other chores so she couldn’t go. But Kate, Jack and Josephine could go, and they went. Once they left, Cinderella went to the fireplace and cried. She woke me up and I saw how sad she looked

I said, “Don’t cry, Cinderella. Oh, I mean Discorella.”

“Discorella?” Discorella asked. “My name is Cinderella, and the title’s Cinderella. Anyway, I haven’t been taught the disco so I stink.”

“Watch me,” I told her.

I did the disco perfectly, just how my father taught me, and how his father taught him.

“Oh my god,” gasped Discorella. “How do you do that?”

“You want to do that?” I asked her. “Here you go.” I gave her a magic hat that made her do the Disco really well.

“Wow!” Discorella cheered. “This is awesome!”

“I’ll do the chores for you, you can take the carriage outside to the ball!” I shouted to her, “if you need to do the disco, just say the magic word!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“You’ll know. Fly back by 3:00am!”

In the carriage, Discorella thought about what the ball would be like and about how she would fly back. She thought about the ball, how the other ladies would laugh at her for showing up late.

When she walked forward, she fell into a trap door. She had to stay in a dungeon for the rest of her life.

Discorella shivered at the thought. “That would be bad,” Discorella said to herself, “really bad.”

When Discorella got to the ball (This time for real), nobody laughed at her. She did the disco really well. Instead, they just stared with their mouths wide open. I mean really wide. No, really, really wide. I MEAN REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WIDE! Their mouths weren’t that wide, though… THEY WERE WIDER! Then the prince walked up to her.

“Madam, would you do the disco with me?”

“Sure,” she replied.

“What is the magic word?” she mumbled to herself. Aha!

Then she shouted at the top of her lungs, “DISCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“She wants to do the disco,” the prince said, “do it!” By then it was 12:00. They danced until 3:00. Then, Discorella flew out of the ballroom. She lost her disco hat though.

The next day, everyone came to the palace to try on the hat. It sounds like a silly idea, but the hat is a magic hat. It shrinks unless it is put on Discorella. When Discorella came up, it was a perfect fit! Discorella got married, and the stepfamily died in a fire in the house. And I am the royal dog! Here’s the newspaper:

Discorella Gets married

An exciting ending as Discorella and the Prince
get married and they live happily ever after.

The End