Cinderella was now 75 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now dead Prince, she happily sat upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat called Alan 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: ‘Well Cinderella, since you have lived a good, wholesome life since we last met, I have decided to grant you 3 wishes. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?’
Cinderella is taken aback, overjoyed and after some thoughtful consideration and almost under her breath she uttered her first wish. ‘I wish I was wealthy beyond comprehension.’ Instantly her rocking chair was turned into solid gold. Cinderella was stunned.
Cinderella said ‘Oh thank you, Fairy Godmother!’ The Fairy Godmother replied ‘It is the least I can do. What is your second wish?’ Cinderella looked down at her frail body and said: ‘I wish I was young and full of the beauty of youth again.’
At once, her wish having been desired, became reality, and her beautiful youthful visage had returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years and long forgotten vigour and vitality began to course through her very soul. Then the Fairy Godmother spoke again: ‘You have one more wish, what shall you have?’
Cinderella looked over to Alan, who was now quivering in the corner with fear. ‘I wish you to transform my old cat, Alan, into a beautiful and handsome young man.’ Magically, Alan suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biologicial make up, that when he stoof before her, he was a boy, so beautiful the like of which she nor the world had ever seen, so fair indeed that birds begun to fall from the sky at his feet.
The Fairy Godmother said: ‘Congratulations Cinderella! Enjoy your new life.’ With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, she was gone.
For a few moments, Alan and Cinderella looked into each other’s eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect boy she had ever seen. Then Alan walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his muscular arms.
He leant close to her ear, and into her ear breathed as much as whispered, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath, ‘I bet you regret having my balls chopped off now, don’t you?’