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Cinderella
is now 95 years old.
After a fulfilling life with the now dead prince,
she happily sits in her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her
frontporch, 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. 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...
"Bet you're
sorry you neutered me."
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