“Please don’t hurt me!” the Dust Bunny plead.

“Don’t worry” the chamber maid said, “You’re not so lucky looking from what I can see. What’s your name?”

“They call me Tumble Weed, because I’m so fat! Can you move the bed away from the wall, I’m lodged behind this oak lion’s foot.”

“Where’s the rest of your family?” the maid grunted, pulling the heavy canopy away from the high wall.

“Since you asked, some of them are caught up in your cloth. The others are in your dust bin. Don’t worry about the feather broom, we actually like that, it’s how we migrate.”

The maid gently cupped the grayish blue ball of fuzz in her chapped hands and let out a blistering sneeze, sending the obese mote floating back down to the floor. “Oh my, are you hurt?” she cried, “I’m so sorry!”

“I’m fine” Tumble Weed giggled,“How do you think I got behind the bed in the first place? Before you came, we were swept under everything by those three lazy women. Shush, I can hear one now!”

Cinderella! Who are you talking to in there?