And then, later that evening, when Cinderella opened the freezer door ...

... to get the bottle of vodka out... "See here," said the lady, taking up a dish of peas that was on a shelf, "I will throw this basinful of peas into the ash-heap behind the house, and if you can get every pea picked out of the ashes in an hour's time you can go to the ball with my daughters." Then the lady, followed by Cinderella, carried the peas out and threw them into the ashes. "Here is the basin," said she, handing it to the girl, "and you can go at your task as soon as you choose."

She returned to the house, and Cinderella stood looking at the ash-heap. "I could not find all those peas in a week's time," said she; "I must have help." And she began to call,

"Hither, hither, through the sky,
All you little songsters fly!
One and all, come help me quick,
Make haste, make haste—come pick, pick, pick!"

And guess what - nothing happened. Poor Cinderella had to pick up the frozen peas all by her little self, didn't go to the ball, had a drink anyway, went to bed with her own guy and lived happily ever after.