I'm sure you have all heard the story of Cinderella. You know the gorgeous girl with the two mean step-sisters, and wicked step-mother. Well you already know the ending, the beautiful girl marries the handsome prince, and they live happily ever after. Well that was the fairy tale, this is the real story.

My name is Ratatouille and I am a superstar rat.

I live in the attic in Cinderella's house. You might say Ella and I were roommates.
When she was small, and her father was alive, we shared a beautiful room downstairs. But after her father died, she was put in the attic. I naturally followed, because I knew she would need my company. And need me she did. At first, she thought of me only as a common ordinary rat. Night after night she would throw me crumbs. (I thought she was very kind). Then one night, after her step-mother locked the door, she began to cry. I climbed up on Ella's lap. She talked to me and gave me my name. I thought at the time it was a complicated name, “Ratatouille ", but I am used to it now. I even kind-of like it.
Every day I watched Ella work so hard. Finally one day, quite by accident, I found a way to help her. You see, her step-sisters were ordering her around, and they made her cry. Ella cried a lot. ( I never knew a girl could hold so much water!.) Anyway, I ran to Ella and they saw me.
Boy, you should have seen it happened.
"Eeeek... a Mouse!","Mother!!", "Help!!!". Ella and I laughed so hard. It was a really good moment.
Then there was the time when I hid on a plate of food that was meant for Ella's step-mother. When she saw me, first she fainted, then she had hysterics for three days!. Three days of peace!, that was really nice!
The only other person who was not afraid of me was Esmerelda. She was Ella's fairy God-Mother. We called her Essie for short. She just popped up on the day of the big ball, transforming Ella into princess which outstand her step-sisters. I mean they were so ugly... it wasn't skin deep; it was all the way to the bone!
Anyway, Ella was talking to me in the garden, when this strange looking woman walked through the gate. Most people think she magically appeared in a beautiful white light, but she didn't.
She just walked in the yard after shopping alone at a ‘pasar malam’ with bag in her hand. I really thought she was here for a hand-out. Ella must have thought the same thing, because she offered her a glass of milk and some cookies. She didn't look much like a fairy God-mother, either. Her dress was torn, her shoes had holes, and her hair... well, let's just say I've seen a better hair-do on a horse I used to know.
I mean this fairy God-mother looked like she needed a fairy God-mother.

I was about to say something like "Hit the road", when Essie asked Ella why she was not preparing to go to the ball. Ella told her she had no clothes or transportation. Well!, faster than you could say " the rat ate the cheese", the old woman reaches into her bag and pulls out the most beautiful blue ball gown you have ever seen!. It was royal blue, with little white stars, and it was just Ella's size! Then, she reached in her bag again and pulled out a white evening bag, a silver crown, and the famous glass slippers. (I had to turn my head while she provided the unmentionables.) Then she told Ella to hop to it, and go change her clothes, while she sees what can be done about the transportation. I told her to call a cab, but she said "One does not arrive at a Kings palace in a cab so we demanded a Porsche!”
Just as we were thinking where can we find a chauffeur, Essie called me, and.. like a dumb-dumb, I came. Before I knew what hit me, I turned into a handsome gentleman in a tuxedo. Seeing my alarm, Essie assured me it was only temporary. I didn't mind a little sacrifice for the cause. I was looking good anyways!
By this time Ella appeared, and she was looking hot! (I even tried to whistle, but it came out a whinny). Ella got into the Porsche.

Then we realised Ella need a bodyguard because Ella is so hot that anything could had happened to her while she was alone. So she grabbed a frog hopping through the garden, and turned him into a bodyguard.
If you ask me, we would have saved a lot of time if she had just made him a Prince instead. They're always doing that in other fairy tales, but no, we had to do things the hard way.

Ella was a smash at the ball. The Prince was totally captivated like who wouldn’t?
At midnight, they were going to get a cold drink of lemonade, when Ella's dress started to come apart.
Well, it didn't take a genius to figure out that she'd better get out of there. So she took off, with the Prince on her trail. .

Fortunately he was clumsy, and he tripped. That gave Cindy just enough time to jump into the Porsche and leave the Palace grounds. About half-way home the Porsche shrank so small, that Ella had to get out and walk. It was then when she realized she had lost a shoe. Hobbling home on one shoe is no joke!
All night long, Ella talked about the Prince, the ball, and the great time she had. It was like her tongue got stuck by a phonograph needle. The Prince would begin a search for the love of his life tomorrow. He had fallen in love at the ball last night, with a young lady he knew only by a slipper she left behind.
I was so excited to hear this news from Twitter and Facebook, I immediately went to tell Ella. I must say she took the news rather well. With just a "Oh, that's nice to hear", she went back to her work. (I was expecting at least one jump for joy!)
The next day, the Prince came to our house and the "steps", (including their mother!), all tried to get their size 10 feet into this size 4 slipper. It's a wonder the poor slipper didn't break!. Ella was locked in the garden and had no chance to try on the slipper.
That is when I saved the day.
As the Prince entered his Audi, I chased after the “steps” which led them to run to front of the car. That is when the steps screamed Ella’s name to take me away. The Prince was so apologetic it took him at least ten minutes before he realized this girl had not tried on the slipper. Well... we all know the end. She tried it on, it fit like a glove, and they lived happily ever after.
So the next time you hear the story of Cinderella, remember you heard the real story here first...from ... Your Superstar Ratatouille. Ciao!

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