A broom fairytale

Once upon a time,
There was a broom.
A regular old red handled, straw tip broom.

Now one day,
In some other fairytale unrelated to this one
A boy was talking to a genie and wishing that everyone could hear
the thoughts of cleaning instruments
(we won't ask why, as I said, that's another tale)
So anywho, the wish was made, and the broom began to think:

"Being a broom is sooo borring! I wish I were a human.
Then, I could have adventure and fun! Heck, maybe I could even find a lovely man to sweep me off my feet!"
(hehe, get it? SWEEP!? yeah, I crack myself up)

Well, broom puns aside, a wicked witch heard the thoughts of the broom.
"Ha-ha! What fun! The broom wants to be human, eh? Well, then, being the good soul that I am I might as well grant his wish
The broom shall be human
But only until midnight!
That oughta give it enought time to do something troublesome!"
So the witch wiggled her nose and twinkled her toes and all of the sudden

*POOF!*

The broom turned into a beautiful lady.
And not just Doris Day beautiful,
I mean, she was a FOX!
The broom took one look at its, well her, new scandalously awsome body,
And started to do a happy dance.

Just then, a mage went though the town shouting
"Hear ye, HEAR YE!
All foxy ladies report to the Prince's place
For the Prince needs to pick his Princess!
Come to 272 Royal way, Masked and black tie
No cover charge for ladies until midnight,
Two drink minimum."

Well, the newly-humaned broom was most excited to hear the news
And she rushed off to ye olde shoppeing mall
To pick out a sparkly dress
And some pumps that were made for groovin'
(She went with the never-out-of-style Little black dress, and a pair red loose heels)

Miss broom girl arrived at the party around 11:57
(It took her forever to get there, as a broom, she didn't know how to drive!)
And as she entered the room, immediatly began turning heads,
Including the one of the Prince,
Who instantly dropped the girl he was currently dancing with on her head
(Don't worry, she only suffered a mild concusion)
And cooly sauntered over to offer a dance to the broom lady.
Oh how they danced!
Twirls, sashays, side steps all in prefect unison.

At the end of the dance, and at 11:59 p.m.,
the Prince, now intoxicated with first-sight-love
Asked the broom the marry him.
"Mystery lady, whom I don't know anything about, wilt thou marryeth me?"
But as she was about to say yes, The fairytale part of the story kicked back in
And the foxy lady turned back into a broom.

"I'm so sorry, Prince. I just wanted to find love!" said the broom
Who apparently could still talk even though she was a broom again.

"Don't be sorry my love!" said the prince
"I don't care what you are, I know we are perfect for each other!
After all, your handle fits in my hand oh-so-perfectly"

So the next day,
The bride-groom and the broom-bride
Were wed in the royal chapel.
The prince became know as 'His Royal Wacko'
And the broom lived out its life sitting on the royal bed
Still bored out of its mind,
But hey, at least it found love.

And they all lived happily ever after...

Except for the witch, becuase she didn't get to see the broom screw up its life,
But instead had to suffer though another sickening happy ending...
So just to make sure everyone's happy,
A cute little puppy who was watching the enitre scene spontaniously combusted.


THE END!