The grandfather clock in the ballroom must have been slow. Now here she was, sitting inside a giant pumpkin, wearing one glass slipper, with a dinner plate-sized pip stuck up her backside and no fairy godmother in sight.
Cursing her misfortune and the stupid grandfather clock, Cinderella smashed the glass slipper and started carving - it was either that or slit her throat - all the while her tears plopping onto the mushy pumpkin gunk under her feet.
Thus, she lived unhappily ever after. (Joke)
She won the best jack-o'-lantern contest the next day. First prize: a date with Prince Charming!
