There was once a poor lad who needed to find the mythical parking spot. He circled the grounds of the castle for 45 minutes to no avail. He laid down in the dirt and began to weep.
“Oh woe is me!” he proclaimed.
Suddenly, an old woman appeared. The lad looked up.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“I am your fairy godmother.” She replied with a wave of her wand. “How can I help?”
“I will be late to my class if I cannot find a place to park.”
“Well this land is desolate and enchanted by an evil curse. There is no place to park for a hundred miles and there never will be.”
“Well can’t you fix that?” he asked. “Wave you magic wand or something?”
“Oh no, it doesn’t work like that.” She replied.
“Well what good is a fairy godmother then?” he whined.
“Oh I really just provide counseling right now. I don’t do the magic any more except in extreme circumstances. Your situation is hopeless. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe Cinderella is in need of my assistance.” And with that she disappeared with a poof.
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