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, 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 and overjoyed. 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, so I wish I were
wealthy beyond comprehension.

Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold.

'It is the least that I can do. ‘ said the fairy godmother.‘What do you want for your second wish?'

Cinderella looked down at her aged, frail body, and said, 'I wish I were young and full of  beauty and youthful spirit.'

At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been dormant for
years.

'You have one more wish;’ said the fairy god mother. ‘What shall it be?'

Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says,'I wish for you to transform my old cat, Bob, into a kind and handsome young man.' Magically, Bob underwent a sudden change  and fundamental change.

When Bob stood before Cinderella, he was a man so perfect; so beautiful and gracious the likes of which the world had never seen.

The fairy godmother said, 'Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life.'

And, then, with a wink and a blazing shock of bright blue light, the fairy godmother
was gone as suddenly as she appeared.

Bob and Cinderella gazed longly into each other's eyes.


Cinderella sat, entranced and breathless, before the most stunningly beautiful and perfect male she had ever seen.

Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair & he held her gently close in his young, strong muscular arms.

He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm and exciting breath as he
whispered...

'Bet you're sorry you had me neutered.'

LOVE,PEACE AND PROSPERITY,

Sheika Fatima
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