i dunno, no matter how much you push the envelope it'll still be stationary......
can't figure out spoiler tags so here's another essay for everyone to scroll past and not read:
whilst we are all well aware of the events of Cinderella, her encounter with the fairy godmother and marrying a handsome prince.
what is not well known is after the somewhat unconventional events of her youth her life was mostly unremarkable, serving as the roles of attentive wife to her husband who by dint of being a second child never had the chance to take up the crown.
however happily ever after only lasts so long and eventually the prince died, a peaceful death but a tragedy nonetheless leaving Cinderella a widow whose common upbringing saw her shipped off out of the royal court to live the rest of her days in quiet solitude.
it is here one day, we find Cinderella, time having taken its toll, an old woman sitting in her rocking chair on the porch of a little cottage, quietly knitting while a cat she'd taken to calling bob rested contently on the windowsill.
as she's sitting there, her mind idly wondering, she finds herself thinking about time, and how after life seemed to be so much shorter these days.
suddenly there's a gentle tinkling noise, subtle, but a noise that nonetheless cut through the silence like a razor and went straight into her mind. there it swooshed it's way through memories almost forgotten to the mists of time until, there. that was it.
she looks up "it's been a long time" she says, as if greeting an old friend.
"indeed my child it has" replies the fairy godmother
"why have you come?" asks Cinderalla calmly.
"you have lived a long and exemplary life" says the godmother "your charitable works and your political campaigns to aid those in need have been a shining beacon of hope for the poor of this land. and yet the king has so callously cast you out for fear of some imagined shame it might bring to his house"
"the king has his ways, but he is not so bad" replies Cinderalla
"that is as may be, but by way of recompense, i would once again like to offer you 3 wishes. is there anything your heart still yearns for?"
Cinderella sits there quitely, pondering this opportunity, the wisdom of age tempering the youthful memories seeing the godmother again had stirred.
eventually she speaks "the king is not so bad, and my life here is quiet and peaceful, but with time the maintenance of this place has become too much for me and it would be so very handy to pay some local men from the village to fix it up again"
"certainly my dear" says the fairy godmother, and with a flick of her arm and a somewhat underwhelming "poof", the world seemed unchanged.
silence decended, but not normal silence, this silence was louder than usual because a noise that had been there before was now gone- the creaking of the rocking chair had ceased for it was no longer made of wood, but solid gold.
"what is your second wish?" asks the fairy godmother
again cinderella ponders getting to her feat and pacing slowly around the room.
"you know, i can't remember a time now when there wasn't some creaking in my bones, fog in my sight or pain in my joints. i'd like to feel the energy of youth again, if only for a day"
again the subtle flick of the wand, only this time the magic is so much more dramatic as a swirling fog envelops Cinderella hiding her from view.
when the fog clears cinderella is once again young, her mind unchanged yet she stood the picture of radiant beauty and youth she had been the last time she crossed paths with the fairy godmother.
"and your third wish?" asks the fairy godmother
once again the response is delayed, but this time it is not caused by careful contemplation. the funny thing about minds is how like water fills a glass and takes it shape so too does thought fill a body.
Cinderella, remembering a long life well lived but with feelings long since forgotten now stirring points to the cat and says "this stray has been my faithful companion for many years, i love him like i once loved my dear prince charming, could you transform him into a kind and handsome young man like you once did with those mice?"
"of course" says the fairy godmother
the cat, sensing attention half-opens an eye to survey the room. his gaze somewhat distracted when once again the flick of the want, the swoosh of fog, and a gentle "poof" as the fairy godmother dissappears.
before the fog even clears clears the cat, now a grown man naked as the day he was born, emerges sweeping cinderella up into his arms with a grace that would ordinarily take years of ballet training to acheive.
he stares deep into Cinderella's eyes and leans down as if to kiss her, but instead he gently whispers:
"i bet now you're wishing you hadn't had me neutered"