Poof! Her fairy godmother Susan stood before her.

“You shall go to the ball my dear,” she said, “this very night.”

“But I can’t go to the ball in these nasty rags,” cried Cinderyella.

“Not a worry!” replied her godmother, who leapt about the room.

“With a thizzle and a thazzle and a little dizzle-dazzle,” - she touched Cinderyella’s head with her wand - “May you be the prettiest at the ball.”

Bedecked in a beautiful dress, Cinderyella admired the glass slippers which appeared on her feet. “Oooh, remarkably sparkly,” she said.