[NARRATOR]   Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her Mother,    and many tear had watered it until it had become   a handsome tree.      [CINDERELLA]   I've been good and I've been kind, Mother,   Doing only what I learned from you.   Why then am I left behind, Mother,   Is there something more that I should do?   What is wrong with me, Mother?   Something must be wrong.   I wish-      [CINDERELLA'S MOTHER]   Do you know what you wish?   Are you certain what you wish    Is what you want?   if you know what you want,   Then make a wish.   Ask the tree,   And you shall have your wish.      [CINDERELLA]   Shiver and quiver, little tree,   Silver and gold throw down on me.   I'm off to get my wish...