Poor Fairy Godmother

The carriage arrived at the ball a few minutes fashionably late. Which was exactly what Fairy Godmother had hoped for. However, the carriage was empty. The door opened and no one appeared. Where is she? F.G. asked the footman. He did not talk. Neither did the driver. Fairy Godmother was not allowed the luxury of this kind of mistake twice. Her supervisors appeared from the ether. First you let Snow White run off with a dwarf, And now you have lost Cinderella. What kind of a reenactment are you running here? At least she got Red Riding Hood home safe, said Pinocchio. His nose grew a foot in seconds. That cinched the deal. They revoked Fairy Godmother’s license.