I was about 6 months old, when tragedy stuck. Let me explain. My name is Wally, and I was a pumpkin. Confused yet? Well fear not my friend. Here is the depressing tale of Wally the Pumpkin, which you might reorganize as Cinderella.
So, I was a pumpkin, enough said. Living in the garden of a rich widow, to say I was happy would be the understatement of the century. Although I was content, there was always that little voice in the back of my um, head, that told me something was wrong. For one, the 'rich widow' I told you about earlier, she's not only rich, she's psycho too. I also knew the widow had too, ahem, lovely daughters. When I say lovely, I was being sarcastic, if your too brain dead to figure it out. But the wicked widow had a step daughter, who true was an angel. She tended to the garden, cleaned up, and still managed to look beautiful! The step daughter was everything the evil woman and her spawn wanted to be. Her name was Cinderella.
One day word of a royal ball flooded the village. The widow and her daughters primped and prepared for the party, leaving poor Cinderella to the dirty work.
"Clean the house, tidy up the garden, sweep the drive, and that's just the beginning of it!" I overheard the wicked mother hiss at the angelic girl.
By the time Cinderella had finished, her step mother, step sisters were long gone. She calasped in the garden, weeping. And of course when you don't have arms, a face, or vocal chords it's kinda hard to comfort someone. But to my delight a bright orb of light appeared in front of the sobbing girl. And from said light came a voice.
"Don't cry child." Then with a blink of a nonexistent eye a old woman came from the orb.
"Who are you?" Cinderella whispered.
"I am your fairy god mother." And after an odd musical number, what do ya know? I was transformed into a beautiful carriage.
I had the honor of transporting the gorgeous and now fully clothed, in a sparkling blur ball gown, to the royal ball.
Once we arrived I figured I would be able to do at least some sort of entertaining thing in the party lot, but no. Good heavens! I was the most boring time of my life, until the clock stuck midnight. That's when Cinderella burst out of the double doors in a dead sprint. Of course the dear mice/horses ran after her, pulling me along with them.
During the chase I began to feel a strange sensation. Then I realized my worst nightmare was coming true. I was becoming a pumpkin. Just then I felt the ground, very hard, underneath me.
I was Wally the Pumpkin, yet again. I'd be fine with it, if I didn't land right, smack dab in the middle of the road.
'It's times like this,' I began to think, when I saw another carriage coming straight for me. 'Crap.' I murdered inside my head.
And that was the end of Wally the Pumpkin/ part time carriage. So much for "Happily Ever After."