Cinderella is now 95 years old.
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.
Oe 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 aback, 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."