Crying she ran into the garden where she sat crying on the bench. When I glanced back at the step family, they had put their noses back in the air and waddled out the door like they hadn't hurt Cinderella at all.

Looking back at Cinderella all of us (Bruno, mice, my siblings and I) watched helplessly as her shoulders shook with tears. Then the air around her started to sparkle and an elderly woman in a blue robe materialized into view.

We were too far away to hear what they were saying, but all of the sudden the blue-robed woman started searching all over the place like she had dropped something. Then a look of remembering came across her face and she literally pulled a stick from the air. From where we were sitting it really looked like she was singing.

A movement caught my sight to the right and when I looked I saw an orange pumpkin that rolled and bumped along the ground with nobody helping it. When it had rolled close to Cinderella, it gave a final bump and turned into a sparkling white carriage. That woman had magic like a, like a . . . what was that word that Cinderella used about the magic creature. A fairy, that's it. We all watched in excitement as the horse turned into a driver and Jaq and the fat mouse and two other mice were turned into fine, white horses. Then she waved her stick and turned Bruno into a human who opened doors. Then she started pushing Cinderella towards the carriage door, but Cinderella held up the tatters of her dress and the fairy nodded like yes what a pretty dress and then after she really looked at her, recognition and horror dawned on her. Yet again she waved her stick and Cinderella's rags transformed into a shimmering blue ball gown. Then Cinderella lifted up the skirt to reveal a pair of dirty brown shoes. It made me wonder why that fairy lady couldn't do everything all at once.

No sooner had I thought that when I was picked up and rushed away from my sisters. The thing really cool about it was that nothing was holding me up. Then the magic entered me. I felt fizzy sparks shooting through my body. My wonderful stem was being transformed into a heel of a shoe. I gazed about in wonder as I shrunk, the magic changed my glass bowl into a delicate slipper. Finally I realized what felt most different about me, I was split in two. It felt weird having two different parts of myself separated.

The fairy stooped down and picked me up. She then placed me in front of Cinderella. Her foot slipped me on and it felt soft and I barely felt her weight. I felt light as air, like I was floating on one of those distant clouds. The minute Cinderella started walking it felt so new. So this was what it felt like to move and feel the step collide with the earth and then be in the air again.