This is not just another re-rendering of the so very popular Fairy Tale with the same name (‘Cinderella’) by Grimm Brothers. It is a thoroughly mistaken notion to put away this work as uninteresting and lackluster with just a look at the title. The wise reader must read himself and then decide.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far way, there lived a beautiful girl named Ella with her very wicked step-mother and her two equally detestable step-sisters. Her step-mother was as cruel by nature as she was ugly by appearance. She made Ella work really hard with not a single kind word for all her hard work.
While her undeserving daughters enjoyed the pleasures and luxuries of life, Ella toiled hard, day in and out. The lazy step-sisters made Ella do all their work while they indulged in idle gossip. Ella was as sweet-tempered and kind-hearted as her late mother who had been the embodiment of goodness and kindness during her lifetime. Then when Ella’s Father had remarried after her death, things had taken a harsh turn for poor Ella.
There was once a most beautiful and amiable princess who was called "The Fair One with Locks of Gold,"
for her hair shone brighter than gold, and flowed in curls down to her feet, her head was always encircled by a wreath of beautiful flowers, and pearls and diamonds.
A handsome, rich, young prince, whose territories joined to hers, was deeply in love with the reports he heard of her, and sent to demand her in marriage.
The ambassador sent with proposals was most sumptuously attired, and surrounded by lackeys on beautiful horses, as well as charged with every kind of compliment, from the anxious prince, who hoped he would bring the princess back with him; but whether it was that she was not that day in a good humour, or that she did not like the speeches made by the ambassador, I don't know, but she returned thanks to his master for the honour he intended her, and said she had no inclination to marry.
First you must know the wonderful story of Little Red Riding Hood. If you don't know, the wolf ate up her grandma and then ate Little Red up too! But the woodcutter saved the day and got them back. So this is the story of how the woodcutter, grandma Red, and Little Red got the wolf back!
Once upon a time, lived a little girl. She had a little red riding hood that was given her, that she wore so much, that everybody caled her Little Red Riding Hood. She had a grandma who was very ill. Her and her grandma didn't see eachother much because they both lived in different villages. But one, sunny, autumn day, Little Red got a call from her grandmother.
"Little Red Riding Hood, do you remember that nasty old wolf?" asked Grandma.
Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth.
He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth. And God presses all the flowers to His bosom, but the flower that He loves the best of all He kisses. And then that flower receives a voice, and can join in the glorious everlasting hymn of praise.
You see, all this one of God's angels said as he was carrying a dead child to Heaven, and the child heard it as if in a dream. As they passed over the places where the child used to play, they came through gardens with lovely flowers. "Which flowers shall we take with us to plant in Heaven?" asked the angel.
There were once two brothers, the sons of a rich merchant, and when he died he left all his estate to be divided between them equally. This was done, and the elder at once set about trading and improving his condition, so that very soon he became twice as rich as he had been.
But the younger son had no luck. Everything he undertook failed. Moreover, he never had the heart to say no to a friend in need. So before long he was left with not a penny in his purse or a roof over his head.
In his distress he went to his elder brother and asked help of him.
My fingers they went for a walk,
And came to the land of wokntok.
A far away land with beauty to see,
White rolling clouds and black bumble bee.
The trees, they were huge and green,
The flowers, of many hues and sheen.
Animals scampered here and there,
Tiny streams flowed everywhere.
They walked up the hill,
And rolled down the side.
And in the morn
went in a tunnel and came out at night.