Good evening, children. It's Granny Madduff, ready with a story. So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin.

Once upon a time, there lived a widow who had two daughters. One of the daughters, called Sebel, was kind and hardworking.

The other daughter, called Talia, was mean and lazy.

She preferred lazing about all day while Seille was made to do all the work.

Sabil was the widow's stepdaughter, you see, and the widow was much fonder of Talia.

So they made Sabil the Cinderella of the house.

She cooked and cleaned and kept the house.

Every day after breakfast,

Sebel was made to sit by the roadside and spin yarn on the spindle.

She was to sell it to passers-by in carriages on horseback or on foot.

One day, just after it had rained, a carriage drove by so fast that it sprayed mud all over Sebel and the spindle.

She cleaned it as best she could, but the shuttle was so dirty, she took it to a nearby well to wash it off.

But as she was washing it, she dropped it. Down it went into the well all the way to the bottom.

Oh, what shall I do now?

She cried.

When she told her stepmother what had happened,

the widow was very angry and told Sabil,

you let it fall, you shall go fetch it out. Sabiel went back to the well, but had no idea of how she should fetch out the shuttle.

How could she swim down? It was so deep.

But she decided to try, for she was more frightened of going home without the shuttle than swimming to the bottom of the well.

When she was halfway down, she saw a light to break through the bottom.

It became so bright. She lost her senses for a moment.

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