Cinderella

Cinderella and the Big Bad Wolf

..And they all lived happily ever after, once upon a time. The end. No wait a minute, let me try that again. The end, once upon a time. Once upon an end.

Well it's clear to me that it is the middle part that is the most important anyway so let me just go there.

"Oh Fairy God Mother," Cinderella sobbed. I wanted to go to the Ball so badly. But I have no dress, no slippers for my dainty little, although somewhat smelly feet; No beautiful coach with tall thin footmen to help me in and out, and white elegant horses prancing. . ."

The wolf burped. His breath smelled like little pigs. "Ok, but heres the thing: I'm not your fairy godmother. And I sure don't have any dresses. Hey do you have a grandmother?"

Cinderella stood staring at the wolf in disbelief. The tears in her eyes had kept her from seeing very well, and besides it was night and pretty dark out there in the forest. Although all that being said, I don't see how someone could mistake a wolf for a fairy godmother. Think about it, they don't look anything alike. Well, where was I, oh yes, Cinderella stared at the wolf in disbelief. “Did you eat my fairy godmother?" She asked.

"Was she small and pink and plump and juicy?" The wolf smiled and showed his big white, sharp teeth.

"Nooooo," Cinderella rolled her eyes, "not likely. She was big and magical and," Cinderella's eyes started to grow angry, "if you ate her, I'll never get to the Ball. And if I never get tot he Ball, I'll never marry the prince, and if I never may the prince, how will I ever be happy?"

The wolf shook his head. "Look, Cindy, you don't need the prince to be happy. Look at me, I never met a prince in my life and I'm happy. We make our own happiness. Take control of your life. Get a better job, an education and someday you'll meet someone so nice, you'll wonder what you ever saw in that prince fellow. Trust me. " he paused for a moment to let her consider his words, then looking at her carefully he added " Tell me though, how much do you weigh?"

The wolf moved closer to Cinderella, licking his razor sharp teeth with his tongue. "You're no Little Red Riding Hood, but you'll make a nice late night snack," he whispered in a low growling voice.

At first Cinderella was suprised at his sudden change of attitude, then without giving it too much more thought, she pulled her arm back and BAM, smacked the wolf right in his long furry snout. He fell backwards to the ground. "Oww, Oww Owww, " he whined, "Why did you do that?"

"I'm taking your advice, " she said confidently, "I'm taking control of my life."

At that moment, at that very, precise, exact moment, Cinderella's Fairy God Mother appeared in a flurry of little sparkles and lights that whirled around her like flies around a cow.

"Oops, I'm a little late. Sorry," she blathered, "Time to go to the ball."

Then the Fairy God Mother waved her wand and created a beautiful white and gold gown that looked like it was spun out of moonlight for Cinderella to wear; and dainty glass slippers for her dainty little, although somewhat smelly feet, and. . well, you know, a coach and horses and all that. And from there the story is pretty much the same as it has always been, except this time, the prince complimented her on her beautiful fur coat. And when he came loooking for her with the glass slipper in hand, she didn't hide, but greeted him in front of the house with a laugh and the other glass slipper.

And they all lived happily - well, maybe not all, but the princess lived happily ever after. And after all that is what we really wanted to hear isn't it?

Moral:
Learn what you can from wolves, but never trust them.

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