''GET RID OF THE FUR!'' Ella screamed at him.

Marco looked at her with big eyes for a few seconds before he went in to the room and started to remove the coats from their hangers, one by one.. ''What would you like me to do with them?'' Marco asked.

''I don't know, donate them, throw them away, burn them, just get them out of my sight!'' Cruella said loudly whilst pacing around.

''Very well.'' Marco said as he threw them over the hallway railings. When they hit the floor at the first floor you could hear a big 'thump'. They were heavy coats, hand sown by Couturiers from all over the world. Some coats were even from the early 1800's.

Marco had no plan of getting rid of the coats, he knew what would happen if Cruella came back to her senses. There would be hell to pay. When Marco had thrown hundreds and hundreds of coats over the railings (the pile was so big it reaches over the railings at the second floor), he went downstairs and called a moving company.

Ella was in the gardens having panic attack upon panic attack, thinking of all the dead animals all over the first floor of her mansion, laying around.. She pictured them bloody and with guts inside the layers of fabric. It made her sick to her stomach to think of all the beautiful animals that had to die just to be worn. It was just plain wrong.

Ella called for her maids. ''Could you please see if there are gardening tools around here someplace? And please get someone to mow the lawn, I can't walk out here.''

''Very well madame'' the maid said and left for the shed that was in the garden. after about 1 minute the maid opened the shed door from inside, ''there are lots of gardening tools inside, even an old lawn mower, I don't know if you can use it though, it is one of those manual ones that you have to push and shove and swear at!''

Ella put her hand on her face and shook her head. ''Could.. could you please get someone to go in to the city and get one of those electric ones?''

''Very well madame, I will do that right away.'' the maid said and walked for the patio.

Ella sat down at the victorian garden furniture and looked her garden up and down, making a list in her head of what had to be done. ''Mow the lawn, paint the shed, trim the bushes, fix the fences, cut the trees, plant seeds for flowerbeds..'' the list was going to no end and it stressed her out. Ella really had nothing to do. Her life was very empty. Cruella had taken everything Ella loved away to prevent her from 'coming out to play'. There had been many instances in prison where Ella would come out. Cruella felt like Pavlov had ruined her, broken her head in half and put in an annoying 'Stepford' lunatic from the 50's..

About one hour later the maid got back from London, driving an electric lawn mower. When Ella saw the big 'monster' she screamed. ''What in gods good name is that?''

''This is a drivable lawn mower! It makes the job so much easier they told me.'' the maid said.

Ella walked over and waved the maid away from it. She climbed upon it, still wearing her red satin nightgown and robe. She put her plushy red-stiletto'd foot on the pedal and the lawn mower went forward in full motion. Ella shrieked before she took the steering wheel and turned a left. She stopped the lawn mower and looked behind her. The lawn looked fresh and green. She carried on until Marco came outside and told her that all the fur was gone.

''What did you do with it?'' Ella asked. ''Wait, no I don't want to know!''

Marco asked if he could be excused for a shower.

Ella went upstairs to see if all the furs were gone. And they were. She proceeded to look around for her clothes. They were all gone, only Cruella's clothes were hanging on the racks. Ella took one of the diamond studded clutches and threw it at the clothes in anger. ''She had no right!'' Ella said in despair.

Ella didn't want to wear any of Cruella's flashy clothes, they were all to much for her. She took down a black dress from the racks and looked at it, it was embellished with red rubies all the way. She threw the dress on the floor and proceeded to try to find a suitable ensemble.

She ended up wearing an orange and pink fitted chiffon maxi dress with pink stiletto sandals, a big orange cluster necklace, orange bangles and pink pearl earrings. She put her curly hair in a tight ponytail. She put on some light blood-orange lipstick and a few coats of mascara.

She was now ready to go see good old mama and papa, it had been too long..