After a fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she
happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the world
go by from her front porch, with a cat named Bob for
companionship. One sunny afternoon out of nowhere,
appeared the fairy godmother.
Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing
here after all these years"?
The fairy godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived
an exemplary life since I last saw you. I'm prepared to
grant you three wishes. Is there anything for
which your heart still yearns?" Cinderella was taken
back, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful
consideration, she uttered her first wish:
"The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor.
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. Cinderella said,
"Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother"
The fairy godmother replied "it is the least that I can
do.
What do you want for your second wish?"
Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I
wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I
once had."
At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful
young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings
inside of her that had been dormant for years.
And then the fairy godmother spoke once more:
"You have one more wish; what shall it be?"
Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the
corner and says, "I wish for you to transform Bob,
my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man."
Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a
change in his
biological make-up that, when he stood before her, he
was a man so
beautiful the likes of him neither she nor the world had
ever seen.
The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations,
Cinderella, enjoy your new life. With a blazing shock of
bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone as
suddenly as she 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..........
