Cinderella

Wingnut · August 4, 2004

Cinderella is now 95 years old. After a fulfilling life, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, with a cat named Bob, as her faithful companion. One sunny afternoon, her fairy godmother appears. "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here, after all these years"?

"Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"

Cinderella was overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her first wish: "I'm living hand to mouth on my disability checks, and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension.

Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold.

"Oh, thank you, Fairy Godmother."

"It 's the least that I can do. What do you want for your second wish?"

"I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had."

At once, her beautiful young visage returned.

Then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more wish, what shall it be?"

"I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man."

Magically, Bob stood before her, a man so beautiful the likes of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.

"Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life." She disappears as quickly as she had appeared.

For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.

Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, & held her close in his young muscular arms. He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he whispered "Bet you're sorry you neutered me."