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    THERE WAS ONLY ONE THING TO DO.

Fairy godmother stage RIGHT
    Harriet Bright had to run away from home.
    But first, she wrote her mother a note.

    Harriet Bright tiptoed out of the house with her backpack. Her mother was dozing on the sofa.
    Melly Fanshawe was standing at the front door, wearing a bright pink dress and a silver tiara. She was waving a wand at Mr Hazel’s cat, which was snoozing in the driveway.
    â€˜Hello, Melly,’ said Harriet Bright. ‘What are you doing?’
    â€˜I’m practising my fairy godmothersaid Melly Fanshawe. ‘I’ve been looking everywhere for a mouse. I found one in the pet shop but they wouldn’t let me turn it into a Peruvian pelican. They said there wasn’t a big demand for those.’

    She waved her wand above the cat’s head and said some back-to-front words in a loud voice.
    The cat’s tail went straight up in the air and itdown the street in a hurry.
    Melly Fanshawe sat down on the grass. ‘I think this magic stuff is harder than I thought,’ she said.
    She looked at Harriet Bright’s backpack. ‘What are you doing, Harriet?’
    â€˜I’m running away from my wicked stepmother,’ said Harriet Bright.
    â€˜But Cinderella didn’t run away from her wicked stepmother,’ said Melly Fanshawe.
    â€˜But I’m totally and indescribably exhausted,’ said Harriet Bright. ‘And I’ve s till got chores to do.’
    â€˜I’ll help you,’ said Melly Fanshawe, standing up and gathering her pink folds around her.
    The fairy godmother washed the outside of the kitchen windows and Cinderella washed the inside.
    Then they weeded the flower garden at the side of the house.
    â€˜I think you’re pulling out flowers, Cinderella,’ said the fairy godmother. ‘Weeds are green.’
    â€˜Well, I think it looks much better without all those flowers,’ said Cinderella.
    Then Cinderella emptied the rest of the dishwasher, and the fairy godmother swept up the pieces of Aunty Beryl’s plate.
    Soon, the windows were gleaming, the garden was neatly weeded and the kitchen floor sparkled.
    â€˜It’s just like magic,’ said the fairy godmother.
    When the wicked stepmother woke up from her afternoon sleep, she stretched her arms and legs out wide.
    â€˜You two have been very busy,’ she said, looking pleased. ‘I’m going to make us date scones with raspberry jam and whipped cream for afternoon tea.’
    Harriet Bright smiled. The really wicked stepmother sounded just like her mother again.

AUDITION Monday
    Melly Fanshawe and Harriet Bright were eating their sandwiches in the courtyard.
    â€˜I’m too nervous to eat,’ said Harriet Bright. ‘But Mum said you shouldn’t act on an empty stomach.’
    â€˜You’ll be the best Cinderella,’ said Melly Fanshawe.
    â€˜And you’ll be the best fairy godmother,’ said Harriet Bright.
    They looked at each other and crossed their fingers at the same time.
    Then Paul Picklebottom scampered past chasing a cat.
    â€˜He’s auditioning for the four white mice,’ said Melly Fanshawe. ‘He ate cheese all Saturday.’
    Then Polly Manning walked towards them, flicking her ponytail.
    She was auditioning for a mother-and-daughter hair commercial after school.
    â€˜Harriet Bright and Melly Fanshawe,’ said Polly Manning. ‘Eating as usual.’ She crinkled up her nose as she looked at their sandwiches. Polly Manning ate sushi on Mondays.
    â€˜I guess you both want to be an ugly stepsister,’ she said. ‘It’s a good thing there are two in Cinderella because I really don’t know which of you would be best.’
    She smiled sweetly and kept walking.
    â€˜She’s too nasty to be Cinderella,’ said Melly Fanshawe.
    Harriet Bright nodded.
    Then she looked at Polly Manning’s long blonde hair shining in the sun.
    It was Cinderella