Kind, good, nice....
A young, very beautiful lady with a nevertheless solemn look on her face appears. She is dressed in the loveliest of ball gowns and upon her feet are delicate slippers as pure as gold. A tiny bird sits on her shoulder, her one comfort in this strange new place. "What happened to the prince?" she says aloud, before setting off to explore this new kind of wood.
(Typist: It's Cinderella, from "Into the Woods" towards the end.)
(Typist: It's Cinderella, from "Into the Woods" towards the end.)