POLICEMAN (Was this the great moment?). I think there’s something uncommon about you.
CINDERELLA (pleased). About me?
POLICEMAN. I suppose she’s sleeping.
CINDERELLA. Not her!
POLICEMAN. What’s she doing?
CINDERELLA. She’s strafing!
POLICEMAN. Who’s she strafing?
CINDERELLA. Very likely you. She misses nobody. You see I’ve put some barb-wire round her box.
POLICEMAN. I see now.