
Cinderella Story
“Miss G. Mother, how would you describe one of your previous wish making successes?” The interviewer asked in a professional yet genuinely interested manner.
“Well, I have had many, as I am sure you are well aware. Yet one remains a very fond memory of mine, a story which shows both my great aptitude for Godmothering and is a heart warming tale.”
The interviewer beckoned the old woman to continue.
“Many, many years ago; in a land far, far away, there was a young girl named Cinderella. Her dear father had passed away when Cinderella was just a young, innocent child. Her evil stepmother and two stepsisters then began to cruelly enslave her and treated her like a lowly house maid.
Until one day when I was surfing my crystal ball I came across an advert that the ugly sisters had posted for a makeover for the forth coming Princes Bachelorets’ Ball; but after looking at their profile pictures I realised that even I could not help them.
However I’d heard of this household previously and knew that there was a third sister, this intrigued me. I visited Cinderella on the eve of the ball and that was the moment her life turned around.
I conjured her up a fabulously elegant chariot from a mere foul looking root vegetable; it was majestic, splendid and it outshone even the princes’ fine chariot. I transformed her filthy tarnished rags into a grand ball gown. The deep blue material shone in the moonlight as she waltzed in the starlit sky.
Cinderella marvelled at my astonishing feats of magic, how I had transformed her from a plain little house maid into a stunning princess fit to rule over her ugly sisters and evil step mother. However, being a responsible fairy godmother and sensible fairy godmother I gave her boundaries; she had to be home by midnight otherwise the spell would break and her identity would be revealed.
So, she went to the ball and of course blew away the Prince with her now astonishing beauty, all due to my highly skilled and marvellous magic.