Faulty Magic?

My Fairy Godmothers faulty magic left me stranded on the side of the road, pushing my pumpkin carriage, before I could make it to the ball.

“Move already,” I pushed the heels of my glass slippers into the mud. “Useless shoes.” Angrily I kicked the shoes off, flinging them down the road. They knocked into a donkey to my surprise and a farmer jumped down from its back.

“In need of help?” The young farmer picked up the shoes and handed them back to me. When our eyes met, I knew this had been Godmothers plan all along.