Baker:
As the Prince anxiously waited, the stepmother took matters, and Florinda's foot, into her own hands.
Florinda:
Careful, my toe!
Stepmother:
Darling, I know!
Florinda:
What will we do?
Stepmother:
It'll have to go/but when you're his bride/you can sit or ride/you'll never need to walk!
[cuts off Florinda's toe and Florinda screams in pain]
Baker:
Minus one toe, Florinda mounted the Prince's horse, unaware of the blood dripping from the slipper. Lucinda was next...
Lucinda:
Why won't it fit?
Stepmother:
Darling, be still/cut off a bit of the heel and it will/and when you're his wife/you'll have such a life/you'll never need to walk!
[cuts of Lucinda's heel and Lucinda screams in pain]
Baker:
Minus a heel, Lucinda did her best to swallow the pain.
Stepmother:
It's a perfect fit your highness!
[Lucinda faints]
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