Text copyright © 2010 by Veronika Martenova Charles
Illustrations copyright © 2010 by David Parkins
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Charles, Veronika Martenova
It’s not about the pumpkin! / Veronika Martenova Charles;
illustrated by David Parkins.
(Easy-to-read wonder tales)
eISBN: 978-1-77049-218-9
1. Fairy tales. 2. Children’s stories, Canadian (English).
I. Parkins, David II. Title. III. Series: Charles, Veronika Martenova. Easy-to-read wonder tales.
PS8555.H422421877 2010 jC813′.54 C2009-905861-8
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CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
The Pumpkin Part 1
Ash Girl
(Cinderella from Europe)
Fish Bones
(Cinderella from China)
The Black Cow
(Cinderella from India)
The Pumpkin Part 2
About the Stories
THE PUMPKIN PART 1
On Monday afternoon
Lily and Ben went to Jake’s house.
“What are you doing?”
asked Lily.
“I have to make a picture
for school,” said Jake.
“We’re working on
the Cinderella story.”
“What will you draw?” asked Ben.
“I don’t know yet,” Jake answered.
“You could draw Cinderella
in her pretty dress,” said Lily.
“No way! That’s boring.
I think I’ll draw
a giant pumpkin,” Jake said.
“There is no pumpkin
in Cinderella,” Lily told him.
“There is so,” said Jake.
“The fairy godmother
gives it to Cinderella,
and she goes to the ball in it.”
“No, she doesn’t,” said Lily.
“My mom read Cinderella to me,
and that’s not how it goes.”
“Then how does it go?” asked Jake.
“Cinderella’s coach
comes out of a hazel tree,”
Lily answered.
“What’s a hazel tree?” asked Ben.
“It’s a nut tree,” said Lily.
“Listen! I’ll tell you
the story I know.”
ASH GIRL
(Cinderella from Europe)
Once there was a rich man
who had a wife and a daughter.
One winter, when snow
covered the ground, the wife
got sick and died. A year later,
the father married a widow
with two daughters.
They were beautiful,
but evil in their hearts.
They took away his daughter’s
pretty dresses and made her
their kitchen maid.
She did all the work and slept
on the dusty kitchen floor.
They called her Ash Girl.
Every day, Ash Girl went
to her mother’s grave and wept.
She planted a branch there
and her tears watered it. It grew
into a hazel tree. A white bird
made the tree its home.
One day, the king announced
there would be a masked ball
that was to last for three nights.
“What shall we wear, Mother?”
The two daughters talked
about dresses all day.
When her father suggested
that Ash Girl should have
a dress too, the sisters said,
“What? Is Ash Girl going with us?
Just look at how dirty she is!
She would disgrace us all.”
So the father said nothing.
The night of the ball, Ash Girl
helped her sisters dress
and watched her family drive off.
She went to her mother’s grave.
“Oh, I wish I could go,” she sighed.
The bird on the tree sang,
“Shake the tree, shake the tree,
open the first nut that you see.”
Ash Girl shook the tree
and opened the nut that fell.
A golden dress and shoes were inside.
After she had dressed herself,
the hazel tree opened, and from it
came a coach with horses.
As Ash Girl rode away,
the white bird called:
“Be home before midnight!”
When Ash Girl entered the palace,
everyone looked at her in wonder.
The king danced only with her.
As midnight neared, Ash Girl
remembered the bird’s warning.
She slipped away and rode home.
The next day, the sisters spoke
of nothing but the lovely dancer
and her beautiful dress.
“Don’t you wish you’d been there?”
they teased Ash Girl.
The next night was like the first.
But on the third night,
Ash Girl forgot to watch the time.
When the clock struck midnight,
she hurried away
and lost a shoe on the steps.
The king picked it up,
and the next day he started
to look for its owner.
“Whoever the shoe fits,” he said,
“will become my queen.”
When he arrived at the house
of Ash Girl’s father, he asked
the girls who lived there
to try on the shoe.
The eldest daughter tried
the shoe on in her room.
It was too small.
“Cut off your toe!” her mother said,
“Once you’re the queen,
you’ll never have to walk again.”
The daughter cut off her toe,
squeezed her foot into the shoe,
and went to show the king.
The king took her to the palace.
As they rode by the graveyard,
the bird on the hazel tree sang,
“Look at the blood on her shoe,
she is not the bride for you.”
The king took the girl
back to her home.
Then he asked the mother,
“Do you have another daughter?”
The second sister tried the shoe,
She cut her toe off too,
but again, the bird sang,
and again, the king returned her.
“Have you any other daughters?”
the king asked.
“Just one more!” the father said.
“But that shoe can’t be hers!”
the stepsisters cried.
“Bring her here,” said the king.
Ash Girl was brought in,
and the shoe fit perfectly.
So, Ash Girl became the queen.
The sisters limped to the wedding,
and they had to limp
for the rest of their lives.
“You know what?” said Ben,
“I know another Cinderella story.
It doesn’t have
a pumpkin in it, either.”
“Tell us your story,” said Jake.
“Okay. It goes like this.”
FISH BONES
(Cinderella from China)
Once, there was a girl called Lin.
When her mother died,
Lin’s father married again.
The new wife also had a daughter.
A while later, the father died.
Lin was left to live
with a stepmother who hated her
for being bright and gentle.
She sent Lin to dangerous places
to collect firewood
and fetch water from deep pools.
Once, Lin caught a tiny fish
with golden eyes.
She took it home with her
and put it in a bowl of water.
The fish grew very fast.
Soon it was so big that Lin
had to put the fish in a pond.
Every day she fed the fish
with bits of her own dinner.
The fish became her friend.
The stepsister spied on Lin
and saw her feeding the fish.
She went and told her mother
who said, “What?
Lin is playing with a fish,
instead of working?”
The next day,
the stepmother sent Lin
far away to collect wood.
“Leave your coat at home,
and I will patch the holes in it,”
the stepmother told her.
After Lin left, the woman
put on the girl’s coat,
hid a sharp knife in the sleeve,
and went to the pond.
The fish thought Lin had come
with food and stuck its head out.
The stepmother killed the fish,
cooked it, and ate it.
It tasted much better
than an ordinary fish.
When Lin went
to feed her fish the next day,
it was not there.
Lin was very sad.
Suddenly, an old man
appeared in front of her.
“Don’t cry,” he told her.
“Your stepmother killed the fish,
but it still has magic powers.
Gather its bones and hide them.
Whenever you need something,
just ask the fish bones for it.”
It was spring festival time.
The stepmother and her daughter
put on their finest clothes
“Can I come, too?” asked Lin.
“No!” said the stepmother.
“You must tend the garden.”
After they left,
Lin asked the fish bones
for nice clothes to wear.
At once, she was dressed in a
feather gown and golden shoes.
“I will return everything,”
she promised, before she left.
Everyone stared when Lin
arrived at the festival,
“Who is that girl?” they asked.
The stepsister stared too,
and whispered to her mother,
“Look! Could that be Lin?”
Lin heard her and panicked.
She ran home so fast,
she lost her shoe on the way.
When the stepmother
and her daughter returned,
they saw Lin asleep in the garden.
They thought no more about it.
The following day,
a villager found the golden shoe,
and he sold it to the emperor.
The emperor admired the shoe
for its beauty and wondered,
Whose shoe is this?
He put the shoe on display
and asked all the women
in the land to come and try it.
But the shoe didn’t fit anyone.
One night, Lin snuck away
to take the shoe
and return it to the fish bones.
The emperor’s soldiers caught her
and brought her before him.
When the emperor saw her tiny feet
he said, “She must try the shoe.”
Lin put it on. It fit perfectly,
and her rags changed
into the feather gown.
The emperor gazed at Lin,
and he fell in love.
He asked her to marry him.
The stepmother and stepsister
set off to see the wedding,
but on the way,
they were killed by falling rocks.
People buried them
in a grave of stones.
“Why is it always about a girl
who gets married
at the end?” asked Lily.
“I know a boy Cinderella story,”
said Jake.
“Do you want to hear it?”
“Tell us,” Lily and Ben said.
THE BLACK COW
(Cinderella from India)
Anil lived with his parents
in a mountain village.
After his mother died,
his father married a woman
who had a daughter Anil’s age.
Every day, Anil and his stepsister
took their cows to the forest.
In the evenings, the stepmother
would feed her daughter
fine cakes with meat,
but she gave Anil cakes of mud
with a bit of flour on top.
Anil didn’t complain
because he was afraid of her.
But he was very hungry,
and as he walked in the forest
with the cows, he would cry.
One black cow noticed
and asked, “Why are you crying?”