Not quite a glass slipper....

Grand Duke: But its true, sire! All we could find was this glass slipper!
The King: The whole thing was a plot!
Grand Duke: But sire, he loves her. He won't rest till he finds her. He's determined to marry her.
Grand Duke:
The King: What? What did you say?
Grand Duke: The prince sire! Swears he'll marry nobody but the girl who fits this slipper.
The King: He said that, did he?

The King: Ha ha. We've got him!
Grand Duke:
Grand Duke: But, Sire, this slipper may fit any number of girls.
The King: That's his problem. He's given his word, we'll hold him to it.
Grand Duke: No, no, your Highness. I'll have nothing to do with it.
The King: You'll try this on every maid in my kingdom. And, if the shoe fits...

The King: Bring her in.
Grand Duke: Yes, your majesty.


Not sure I would marry Cinderella if her feet were this big!