The three wishes
An old lady is rocking away the last of her days on her front porch, reflecting on her long life, when–all of a sudden–a fairy godmother appears in front of her and informs her that she will be granted three wishes.
“Well, now,” says the old lady, “I guess I would like to be really rich.”
** POOF *** her rocking chair turns to solid gold.
“And, gee, I guess I wouldn’t mind being a young, beautiful princess.”
*** POOF *** she turns into a beautiful young woman.
“Your third wish?” asked the fairy godmother.
Just then the old woman’s cat wanders across the porch in front of them.
“Ooh–can you change him into a handsome prince?” she asks.
*** POOF *** there before her stands a young man more handsome than anyone could possibly imagine.
She stares at him, smitten. With a smile that makes her knees weak, he saunters across the porch in his catlike way and whispers in her ear, “Bet you’re sorry you had me neutered, aren’t you?”
(1 ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎΠΊ, ΡΡΠ΅Π΄Π½Π΅Π΅: 5.00 ΠΈΠ· 5)