Cinderella is sitting by the fire, lonely, crying and miserable. Suddenly her fairy godmother appears: "Hi Cinders! What seems to be the problem?"
"Well," sniffs Cinders, "my wicked step sisters have gone off to the ball and left me here to do all the washing and ironing and I'm really fed up!"
So the fairy godmother waves her magic wand and suddenly Cinderella finds herself wearing a gorgeous ball gown and there's a coach and horses and uniformed flunkeys waiting for her.
"Off you go Cinders, have a lovely time at the ball, but be sure you get home by midnight!"
"Why midnight?"
"Because on the stroke of midnight your lady bits are going to turn into a melon!"
So off Cinders goes to the ball where she meets a handsome prince and spends the evening waltzing around with him. Quite late in the night the doors are opened and everybody sits down for the banquet. And what's on the menu for the first course? Why, melon of course. There's Prince Charming tucking messily and with gusto into his slice of melon giving it "slurp slurp blobbble gobble gloop sloosh gulp gulp" while Cinerella looks on with interest. Suddenly Charming asks:
"By the way Cinders, what time have you got to be home?"
"Ooooh.... about three o'clock will do!"