At a quarter after twelve, the fairy godmother was getting worried. Twelve-thrity came and went with no sign of Cinderella. Finally, at one o'clock, she comes home. "Where have you been? I have been worried sick!" says the fairy godmother. "Well, I met this really great guy and we were having so much fun that I didn't want to leave" she replied. "What about the pumpkin?" asked her godmother. "I told him about my problem, and he said he could take care of it." she replied. "That's impossible, nothing can override my magic." said her godmother. "As you can see, I am just fine." replied Cinderella. "Tell me who this man is, for I have got to know whose power is stronger than mine." demanded her fairy godmother. Cinderella responded, " I believe his name was Peter, Peter ...