““Cinderella frowned as she wrestled thin willow branches into place, trying her hand at making a wicker basket. One of the maids had left her with a sample basket and pattern, as well as several started bases, but Cinderella’s basket was lopsided, and the branch ends poked out like twigs in a bird’s nest. “Are you trying to make it look like that, or is it supposed to resemble this one?” Colonel Friedrich asked, holding up the sample basket. Cinderella glared at him. “Don’t you have work to do?” She savagely stabbed the willow in the weaving pattern. “I’ve””
