Cinderella went to a ball, but she had to be back by midnight, or her crotch would turn into a pumpkin. As the night wore on, her evil stepmother awaited her return. The clock struck twelve, but Cinderella had not yet returned. It swept through 12:15, then 12:30, then 2:30, and finally Cinderalla returned.

Her stepmother said, “I thought I told you to be back by midnight! What happened?”

Cinderella said, “Oh, I met the nicest young man named Peter Peter…”

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