Literature
Cinderella
"Hey, lady!" she turns at the sound of a high-pitched voice. Pattering feet skid to a halt in front of her. "Lady, you dropped your shoe." she regards the child blearily. His hair is sticking up in several different directions, round cheeks flushed, and big brown eyes sincere. "You okay?" he asks, peering at her. She shakes her head mutely, knowing it's the truth. "Here," he offers kindly. "Let me help you." He leads her over to the nearest stoop and sits down. "I'm Sammy," the boy introduces himself. "I'm six." He holds out a small hand for her to shake. She looks at it curiously, unsure of how to proceed. He lets it drop. "You got a lot