Suddenly, just when everyone was undecided upon who should speak first or how to express their wishes in words, Cinderella smelled a strong scent of food floating into the throne room.
Cinderella, who was always hungry, immediately began to follow the smell of food.
"Ms. Cinderella, where are you going?" enquired Mr. Knight. "Pray, don't leave us alone here with this gigantic head!"
"It's okay," responded Cinderella, still pursuing the smell. "You can stay here, I will be back shortly."
The wolf was about to protest, but the scarecrow intervened.
"It's alright, let her be," said the scarecrow. "In the meantime, we shall take it in turns to express our wishes to the wizard, and I believe that by the time we have finished, Cinderella will have returned."
Thus, commencing with the scarecrow, the group of friends began to recount their stories to the wizard Ali Buda. Cinderella, on the other hand, was led through a curtained door into an antechamber, and found herself to be standing in front of a half-opened small, wooden door with a metal lock.
"The smell must be coming from inside," concluded Cinderella.
After pushing open the cumbersome wooden door with the metal lock, Cinderella peeked into the dark room. To her utter astonishment, she saw a man wearing a red suit in there with his back facing her; he was sitting on a luxurious velvet armchair and was speaking into a microphone, which was projected out and somehow transformed to become the soothing, feminine voice of the floating head which they have seen outside. What's more! In front of the man was a table full of delicious food!
After perceiving the table of food, the hungry Cinderella slowly advanced towards the man in red. Abruptly, the man sensed someone was behind him. Turning around, he perceived Cinderella standing less than a foot behind him with outstretched hands. In his fright, the man shrieked into the microphone, which projected onto the voice of the large head.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" demanded Cinderella with her arms crossed, looking in awe at the man with whiskers and silver glasses, who was wearing a red suit.
"I should be the one asking this question!" retorted the man, who was still shocked by the sudden appearance of a fat girl in his room.
"I am Cinderella, we have a situation here!" Grabbing the microphone from the man, Cinderella spoke. "Come into the antechamber through the wooden door."
"What are you doing, you violent girl," snapped the man in red. "Give me back my microphone! You're ruining my show!"
~To be Continued~
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