Mila and the Magical Mirror | short movie | kids cartoon
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There once lived a very rich woman called Lotzedosche, who lived in a large house in the grandest street in Dahrendorf, which was home to the royal house of Geldenstein.
No one knew how Baroness von Lotzedosche had become so rich, or even how she had become a baroness. But no one really cared. All they knew and cared was that she had more money than she knew what to do with. The ‘how’ and ‘why’ of the Baroness was a bit of a mystery that no one enquired too deeply into.
Now, the Baroness had a maid called Mila Nettenippel.
Mila was a local class, pretty enough, a good worker.
She used to have dreams, which can be dangerous things. She dreamt of one day having her own house, a
husband rich enough to keep her in the manner.
One day, while Mila was going about her chores upstairs, she noticed the Baroness, sitting in her bedroom, in front of the large oval swivel-mirror that stood on top of her dressing-table. The Baroness was looking forlornly at an angry red spot that she had on the tip of her nose.
“Oh, I wish that spot would simply vanish,” she sighed. And it did.
Just like that.
Mila was astounded.
“And I feel so hungry” the Baroness sighed again. “I wish I had a bratwurst sandwich.”
And there appeared a bratwurst sandwich, on a platter, by her elbow on the dressing-table, just as the Baroness liked her bratwurst sandwiches.
“A magic mirror!” Mila breathed. “A mirror that makes your wishes come true, just like in a fairytale.” Mila could certainly use something like that.
“A magic mirror, I’m telling you,” Mila told Hans, the Baroness’s handsome young servant, as they sat in the kitchen that night, sipping their tea.
“Oh, I don’t know...” Hans replied. “A magic mirror... It sounds unlikely to me.”
Mila stamped her foot and thumped the kitchen table with both her fists in frustration.
“It’s true,I saw it with my own eyes. She wished her spot would disappear, and it disappeared. She wished for a bratwurst sandwich, and suddenly... a bratwurst sandwich, there on the table beside her. Magic.”
Hans still looked sceptical.“Are you sure the sandwich wasn’t there all along, and you just didn’t see it. Are you sure she didn’t rub some vanishing cream on her spot or cover it up with some face-powder?”
Mila sighed impatiently.“I’ll prove it to you. I’ll try the mirror myself.”
Hans choked on his tea.
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that!” he was very fond of Mila and didn’t want any harm to befall her. “The Baroness won’t take kindly to you messing with her things. You know what she’s like. I’d hate for you to be caught and dismissed,” he added shyly and blushed.
Mila smiled. She had already thought of that.
“Then I’ll wait until the next time she goes out,” she explained
Three days later, Mila got her chance. The Baroness decided that she needed new evening gloves and stepped out to the glover’s to order a pair to be made. Mila knew that the Baroness liked to make a day of such little journey, and that she would likely visit the shoemaker and dressmaker as well, take morning coffee at the Grand Hotel, and be gone for hours.
Mila stole into the Baroness’s dressing room and sat on the chair at her mistress’s dressing table. looked at her reflection in the mirror and said : “Something easy to begin with, I wish I had a piece of Turkish Delight.”
She looked down and there, on a small silver salver, was a small cube of lokum, dusted with icing sugar. She picked it up and popped it into her mouth.
“Mmm!” she murmured. “Chopped date and pistachio, flavored with rosewater... My favorite!”
Next, she wished for a lemon sherbet. No sooner had she made the wish than she found a tall chilled glass of sweet sparkling drink, just to the left of the magic mirror.
Over the next half-hour, Mila wished for a whole string of rich desserts, until she began to feel a little sick.
“Do you know what I really wish?” she said to herself in the mirror. “I wish I had a bigger room. I’m tired of having a small room, I wish I had one of the guest rooms on the third story, one with a view over the public gardens!”
Later that day, when Mila was serving afternoon tea to the Baroness in her living room her mistress detained her.