Cinders by Jacob Gregor

Aye, Cinders. What a poor girl? She's always bumbling and fumbling over everything. Earlier this year, as she was watering the flower baskets having out the window, she absent mindedly get distracted with a pooch walking the palace grounds below. Before she knew it, she had washed all the soil and flowers clean out of the window box, and the grimy water was trickling down the castle wall and into the window of the room just below. That room just happened to be the abode of the crash-trained fairy godmother Georgetta.

Now Georgetta was not exactly please with the sloppy mud-water running into her dwelling place, and she decided to put an end to the hap-hazard, care free coordination-less princess. Pulling out her kettle and lighting and caldron, Georgetta began concocting a remedy spell. First, she poured in a base of unctuous chicken broth, in order to smooth out the girl's wild body movements. Next, she threw in a bowl of hawk eyes to increase young Cinder's ability to focus. Finally, she threw in a few strands of lamb's wool to provide the princess with a little dose of serenity.

All this brewing and bubbling was certainly done with the best intentions, but unfortunately it did not have the best results. The chicken broth got confused and rather than smoothing out the wild actions of the princess, caused her to randomly let out a "cock-a-doodle-doo" every now and then. The hawk eyes didn't help Cinder's focus; they only made her all the more curious. And the lamb's wool, the saddest of all, caused the future queen to grey prematurely.

These horrible effects had a determined effect on Cinder's self image. Every time prince charming came around , she mysteriously disappeared. One day, in order to avoid the woos of her former lover, Cinders hid in the palace refrigerator. Moments later, the palace cook, just as her body had spilled out of that fridge into the prince, the sob-story of her life spilled into the cook's heart.

Eventually their eyes met. There was no mistaking it: it was true love. The cook fell for her because of the smell of chicken broth spewing out of her body. The princess loved him because of his culinary skill.

Later that day they set out for the hills. They were free at last, happy at last, together forever. Who could blame them? They were a perfect match. As the cook continued to supply Cinder's belly with satisfaction, she continued to inspire him with her chicken broth scent, and they lived happily ever after.