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>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. 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."
>
