It was the night of the palace ball and Cinderella couldn't stop crying. Her fairy God-mother was very distraught. Cinderella, she said, Why are you crying? You have a beautiful gown, a shiny pair of glass slippers, and you're about to have one of the best evenings of your life! But Cinderella continued to cry. I know, she said, sobbing, but I've looked everywhere and I can't find my diaphragm The fairy Godmother thought for a moment, and then said, I'll make you a diaphragm, but only for tonight and you HAVE to be back by midnight or it will turn into a pumpkin. Thank you! Thank you! she shrieked, and she went hurrying out the door so she wouldn't be late. The fairy God-mother smiled, happy to have pleased Cinderella so much. She settled down in front of the fire to await Cinderella's return.The fairy God-mother waited. And she waited. And she waited, until finally 12 o'clock rolled around and there was still no sign of Cinderella. The fairy God-mother started to get worried. One o'clock rolled around and then came two and then three and the fairy God-mother started to get worried. One o'clock rolled around and then came two and then three and the fairy God-mother had worked herself into a frenzy thinking about all of the horrible things that could have happened to her. Suddenly, the door swings open and Cinderella comes sauntering in in a daze with a lazy smile painted on her face, a little drunken swagger in her walk and kind of breathes a tire The fairy God-mother's eyes got big and she jumps up. What happened? Are you ok? she said with a frantic voice. I'm just fine, she murmured. I was on my way home when I met the most lovely man.... Peter, Peter something or other
2007-06-19
18:00:32
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