"Shine my shoes, Cinderfella! Fix my hair, Cinderfella! Hurry, Cinderfella! It's almost time for the ball!" Cinderfella's stepmother and her stepsisters had been shouting at him all afternoon, until...
             Slam! They marched out. Cinderfella looked down at her tattered old cloths and endless piles of housework. "I wish I could go to the ball," he started to cry. Then he heard a strange voice. "Make a wish with all your heart, and then you'll see true magic start!"
             Poof! With the wave of his magic wand, Harry Potter turned Cinderfella old clothes into a handsome suite and to his ugly shoes into sparkling gold shoes. Poof! The pumpkin turned into glass carriage, one mouse became a beautiful horse and the other a beautiful footman.
             Have fun at the ball, Cinderfella!" his wizard called as Cinderfella climbed into the carriage, "And be home before midnight! The magic ends at midnight!"
             In the blink of an eye, Cinderfella found himself at the palace ball, dancing in the arms of the princess herself. They laughed and danced all evening. Cinderfella did not notice his stepsisters, watching her from the corner of the ballroom. Most importantly, he did not remember to keep track of the time.
             Then the church bell rang, BONG! BONG! "Oh, no! It's almost 12 o'clock! I must get home!" Cinderfella gasped as he ran from the palace. "Wait!" called the princess. " You lost your shoe! And I don't even know your name!" But Cinderfella was already out of sight.
             BONG! BONG! The clock continued to chime as Cinderfella rode away in his glass carriage.
             BONG! As the clock struck 12, the carriage turned back into a pumpkin and Cinderfella's handsome suite turned back into a tattered old clothes. And that was left of the wizards magic was his golden shoe.
             The next morning, the princess went from house to houses but could not find the guy ...