This is the magic story of Cinderella told in rhymes for your delight.The beautiful illustrations will be found inside the book.Enjoy the reading!In a kingdom far away lived a beautiful child; Ella- she was called, and her manner was mild. Years ago, her father had lost his wife; he felt Ella needed a mother in her life. He married a woman with two daughters of her own; but he died and the stepmother's true colors were shown. The stepmother was selfish, vain and unkind; she only had her equally selfish daughters in mind. Now called Cinderella, she became the maid; To have happiness again, she hoped and she prayed. One day, a messenger held a letter from the king, there was to be a ball where all ladies could dance and sing. It was for his son, the prince of the land; who needed a lady with a suitable hand. The stepsisters were excited to meet the prince; they wore dresses that could make one wince! They demanded that Cinderella do this and that; mending their dresses and feeding their cat. Oh how Cinderella wished she could go, where to get a dress- she didn't know! "We're leaving you to clean up the mess, You'll never find a pretty dress." Cinderella cried as they left her alone; she couldn't go to the ball, she had nothing of her own. Suddenly a light flashed before her eyes; Her fairy godmother had heard her cries! "Don't cry Cinderella, for I will help you, we'll see this wonderful ball push through. We'll give you something to wear, no one will ever be as fair!" A beautiful dress, as beautiful as she was; and delicate glass slippers that made her pause. She now had a carriage, a footman and horses; All thanks to her fairy godmother's magical forces! "You must leave before the clock strikes midnight; leave like you and your carriage are in flight. This magic I gave you won't last forever; it's up to you, I know you're clever." Once Cinderella arrived at the ball, everyone thought she was the fairest of all. The prince immediately approached her to dance; it was a wonderful start for their romance. The stepsisters were jealous; who was she? This lady was lucky as could be. Suddenly the clock began to chime; Cinderella had run out of time! The prince called out for her: "Please, wait!" but Cinderella left him; it was too late. All she left was a glass slipper, the only clue; the prince would use the slipper; it would do. He and his soldiers knocked on every door; it seemed there was hope no more. The prince came to one more place; He was ready to give up on this chase. Two sisters fought over the shoe made of glass; his last chance had come to pass. But another lady called out to him; just when he thought his chances were grim. Cinderella showed him the glass slipper she kept; her stepsisters realized it was she and wept. Her stepmother and stepsisters she left alone; and they could do nothing on their own. Cinderella's days were once more filled with laughter, And with her prince she lived happily ever after!