We All Know That “Cat Lady” Is Today’s Word For Witch, Yeah?
What “we won’t go back” really means
Once upon a time there was a boy named Eli. His mother died so his father remarried but his step-mother hated him. Made him do all the cooking and cleaning while his stepbrothers taunted him, called him Cinder-Eli.
Cinder-Eli, clean the hearth, Cinder-Eli, do the laundry. Drudgery. Day after day, year after year. Until he heard about a ball at the palace. And oh, he wanted to go. Maybe the princess would dance with him, fall in love with him, marry him. Live happily ever after.
I don’t need to keep going, do I?
About the fairy godfather, and Cinder-Eli running from the palace at the stroke of midnight, leaving an ebony shoe on the steps.
Imagine that scene.
Young man running because the clock is striking midnight and the spell is going to wear off. Loses a shoe on the steps of the palace. Turns around, his mouth in a little “o” — but no time, no time. Run, run Cinder-Eli.
It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?
You know the rest. The princess going house to house, asking men to try on the shoe. The wicked stepbrothers trying to cram their feet into Eli’s shoe. Until — happy ending! The shoe fits and the princess…
