Once there was a girl named Florisse whose greatest dream was to find and marry her true love. She dreamed by day and she dreamed by night. She would pray to the gods of her ancestors. She would wish upon falling stars. And when she saw lovers hand in hand, she would ache with longing and burn with envy. One morning when she woke, she found upon the floor of her chamber, a pair of fine slippers. They were made of satin, the pale color of fresh butter and just as soft. Her family was not poor, but nor were they so rich that they could acquire such fine slippers as a gift. They were the kind of slippers that young women wore upon their wedding days. The girl tried on the slippers and they fit her feet perfectly. She found a note with the slippers. The note proclaimed that the slippers would lead the wearer to wherever and whomever she wished. The girl was so swept up in her excitement that before her family woke, she washed and dressed in her best garments and cloak. She slipped on the slippers. She made her wish. She gave the slippers her command.