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Cinderella was upset. She so wanted to go to the Prince's Ball, but she didn't have a thing to wear. Suddenly, a voice behind her spoke: "What is your wish, my child? Name it and it shall be yours."_x000B__x000B_Cinderella jumped, and turned around. There stood a little round man smiling at her kindly. "I am your Uncle Petro Chemical", he said._x000B__x000B__x000B_"O, Uncle", cried Cinderella, "I so want to go to the ball, but what will I wear?"_x000B__x000B_"This", said Uncle Petro, and waved his hand. And there before her appeared the daintiest lingerie, a shimmering white gown, stockings, shoes, shining jewelry, and, since Cinderella was a little peaked from sitting around chimney corners, a dazzling cosmetic case with all she needed to make her the belle of the ball._x000B__x000B_"O, thank you, Uncle Petro!" Cinderella cried, but even as she looked at him with shining, happy eyes, he vanished, and on the floor where be had stood remained only two tiny drops of oil._x000B__x000B_Yes, all the pretty things that Cinderella wore, and with which she won the Prince, came from tiny drops of oil. And they are only a few of the 300 products discovered yearly that are made with Petrochemicals -- Science's latest and most-magic wand._x000B__x000B_The future for petrochemicals is bigger and brighter than ever. Chemists say only 3% of the half-million known organic chemicals have been exploited.
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