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?”
(ΠΠΎΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎΠΊ Π½Π΅Ρ)