Having a Ball!

Down in the roots of the Medlar tree there is a very old fashioned kitchen. And in this kitchen lives Cindermousa.
She is a bit of a tatty mouse. Her fur is a bit knotted, her dress is rather tattered and she hasn't painted her nails in AGES!

There she was thinking that she would never get to go to the Mouse Ball, in the Town Hall with some of the other mice. Besides, she has no posh dress to wear.

Now we all know what happens when in Fairy Stories, ( and Tails from Medlar House are fairy stories in case you haven't realised ;) a little mouse is sitting snivelling in a cold kitchen wishing that she could go to the ball.

*Sparkle * * fizzle* * dazzle*
Along comes her Fairy Godmouse!

"AH! Cindermousa don't be glum,
Pay attention, off your bum!
You'll have a frock of lace and beads
Go fetch a sack and some little seeds.
I'll need a couple of plastic bags
Just you get out of those nasty rags......."

Cindermousa was so staggered, she never argued, never asked where this strange green mouse with a starry wand had come from. Off she went to do as she was bid.

The Fairy Godmouse waved her wand over the dull, scratchy sack, the Waitrose bags Cindermousa found in the recycling bin and the tiny little seeds which she had taken from the bird feeders out in the garden.

* Pitter Patter* Up flew the seeds onto the sack.
*  Snip Snap * Up flew the sack over Cindermousa's head.
*Crinkle Crankle * Up jumped the plastic bags and scrunched themselves into balls.

There was a lot of wriggling.
And wiggling
And jiggling.

Cindermousa caught a glimpse of herself in the glazed doors of the old dresser!

The sack has turned into lovely lacy frock. The seeds had turned into jewels and beads. The plastic bags had turned into lovely silk flowers and leaves. Her hair was combed and her nails were POLISHED!

Cindermousa you SHALL go to the Ball.

But Cindermousa's feet were bare. Not even a Fairy Godmouse can make Glass slippers small enough for a mouse's feet!
:)