Update on Cinderella

August 19, 2011

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.

One sunny afternoon, out of nowhere appears the Fairy Godmother.

Cinderella says, "Fairy Godmother, what are you  doing here after all these years?"

The fairy godmother replies, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you.  Is there  anything for which your heart still yearns?"

Cinderella is taken aback and overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she utters 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 turns into solid gold.

Cinderella says, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother!"

The fairy godmother replies, "It is the least that I can do.  What do you want for your second wish?"

Cinderella looks down at her frail body, and says, "I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth  I once had."

At once, her wish becomes reality, and her beautiful  young visage returns. Cinderella feels stirrings inside  her that have been dormant for years.

And then the fairy godmother speaks 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 you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young man."

Magically, Bob suddenly undergoes so fundamental a change in his biological make-up that, when he stands before her, he is a man so beautiful the likes of him  neither she nor the world has ever seen.

The fairy godmother says, "Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life."

With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother is gone as suddenly as she appeared.

For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella look into each other's eyes. Cinderella sits, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she has ever seen.

Then Bob walks over to Cinderella, who sits transfixed  in her rocking chair, & holds her close in his young muscular arms.  He leans in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he whispers, "Bet you're sorry now that you cut my nuts off."

You have a creative weekend and I'll be back on Monday.

Michael