Cinderella(Omniscient Point of View)

In a small, cozy cottage, there lived a young girl who was in great despair. She was hard at work, as she always was, with a mountain of chores piled upon her. Her stepmother and stepsisters were preparing to attend a grand ball at the royal palace, leaving her behind to toil away. Tears streamed down her face, and her sobs echoed through the empty rooms.
Enter her godmother, a being of magic and compassion. The godmother, with her omniscient eyes, could see the girl's pain and longing from afar and knew exactly what was troubling her even before she stepped through the door. When she saw the girl all in tears, she gently asked, "What is the matter, my dear child?"
The girl tried to speak, her voice choked with emotion. "I wish I could... I wish I could ...", but her words were cut short by her overwhelming sobs. The godmother, who was a powerful fairy, already knew the girl's heart's desire. She softly said, “You wish you could go to the ball; is it not so?”
"Yes," the girl cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of longing and hopelessness as she let out a great sigh.
"Well," the godmother replied with a kind smile, "I will contrive that you will go." She then took the girl by the hand and led her into her chamber. Inside, the air was filled with a soft, magical glow, and strange, glowing objects lined the shelves. "Run into the garden," the godmother instructed, "And bring me a pumpkin.”
The girl, without hesitation, rushed out into the garden. The moonlight bathed the garden in a silvery light, making the plants seem almost mystical. She scanned the rows of pumpkins, carefully examining each one until she found the finest one she could. She picked it up with both hands, struggling a bit under its weight, and carried it back to the cottage to present it to her godmother.
At this moment, the girl was completely confused. She stood there, looking at the pumpkin in her hands, and simply could not understand how this ordinary vegetable could possibly make her dreams of going to the ball come true. But she trusted her godmother implicitly.
As the girl watched, the godmother took a large, magical looking scoop and began to carefully scoop out all the inside of the pumpkin. Seeds and pulp spilled out onto the floor, leaving nothing but the hard, orange rind. Once this was done, the godmother raised her wand, a long, thin rod decorated with sparkling crystals. With a quick, liquid motion, she struck the pumpkin rind. In an instant, a transformation occurred. The rind expanded and morphed, the dull orange color giving way to a brilliant, golden sheen. The pumpkin was now a magnificent coach, gilded all over with gold, its wheels shining like polished jewels.
Next, the godmother led the girl to a small, wooden mouse trap. Inside, six little mice scurried about, their tiny paws pattering against the bars. "Now," the godmother said, "I want you to lift up a little the trapdoor." The girl obeyed, her hands shaking slightly with excitement and anticipation. As each mouse emerged from the trap, the godmother tapped it gently with her wand. One by one, the mice underwent a remarkable change. Their small, furry bodies grew larger, their tails transformed into flowing manes, and their feet became strong, muscular hooves. In no time, there were six magnificent horses, their coats a beautiful mouse colored dapple gray, each one more splendid than the last.
But there was still one problem. They needed a coachman. "I will go and see," the girl said, her eyes lighting up with an idea, "if there is not a rat in the rat trap we may make a coachman of him."
"You are right," the godmother replied, her eyes twinkling with approval. "Go and look." And so, the girl set off once again, filled with a new sense of hope and adventure, ready to see what other magical transformations awaited her on this extraordinary night.