> Cinderella is now 95 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now
> dead prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair, watching the
> 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. Is there anything for which your heart
> 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
> 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
> want for your second wish?"
> Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I were
> 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
> for years.
> And then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more
> what shall it be?"
> Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says,
> 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
> life. With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy
> godmother was gone as suddenly as she appeared. For a few eerie
> Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat,
> breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she
> 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
> blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he
> "Bet you're sorry you neutered me."