GreasyChipBeattie
Well-Known Member
Cinderella is running back to the house, her ball gown returning to a tatty old frock.
The pristine thoroughbreds shrinking like violets into weak, scrawny mice.
The magic has gone, and so has the fairy Godmother.
The replacement prince better have a shit load magic in his own back pocket, cos he'll need it to get Cinderella to anything like her best again.
At least the ugly sisters are in a worse state.
The pristine thoroughbreds shrinking like violets into weak, scrawny mice.
The magic has gone, and so has the fairy Godmother.
The replacement prince better have a shit load magic in his own back pocket, cos he'll need it to get Cinderella to anything like her best again.
At least the ugly sisters are in a worse state.
