It was just after midnight on Saturday night. Poor Beverley had been to the ball, She had a beautifull pink ball gown on. But alas, the clock struck 12, as she was hurring back to her turf her lovely gown turned back to rags.
Then she lost her sneaker, doesn't even look like a glass slipper. Then this very cute avie appeard right before our eyes, I could hear Bev's heart racing, she's not as fit as she used to be. He slowly walked toward her lost sneaker, bent down to pick it up.
And it vanished.
Oh well this is one story that didnt have a happy ending.
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