An old lady is rocking away the last of her days on her
front porch, reflecting on her long life. All of a sudden, a
fairy godmother appears in front of her and informs her that
she will be granted three wishes.
After taking a moment, the old lady begins, "I guess I would
like to be very rich." In a puff of smoke, her rocking chair
turns to solid gold and she is surrounded by buckets of
"Oh... and I wouuld like to be a young, beautiful princess."
Another puff of smoke and she turns into a beautiful young
"What is your third wish?" asked the fairy godmother.
Just then the old woman's cat wanders across the porch in
front of them. "Ooh... my cat is my best friend. I really
love him. Can you change him into a handsome prince?" she
In a final puff of smoke, 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 and whispers in her ear, "Bet you're sorry you had
You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stopped laughing.