Fairface longs to see the world Childhood home lies at his back, Bread and milk are all his pack. Tests to face upon the road, Old sage giving him advice. Seeking shelter from the storm, Here, a castle! Worn and old. In a castle lives…

Dust and rags and broomsticks, She would wash and scrub and clean, Under the wrath of two step sisters, Who found joy in being mean, And a plump fairy godmother, With a crack upon her wand, Dooming every spell she ever cast, To go completely…