“Oh dear, whatever shall I do?” she asked. No one answered her question. Either way, she didn't dare ask another fairy for help. She hated being mocked and ridiculed by her peers.
Because they would laugh.
Imagine, a fairy unable to do the spell required of her.
The premonition she saw showed her a young forlorn woman. One who would someday need her help in meeting her prince.
It would require a spell that turned animals into people to escort her to a ball.
Animals into people.
“Hmph, that's unheard of,” she muttered. Her wings fluttered a mere blur as she stepped out of the forest and into a clearing.
There stood a cottage and within a fenced yard three pigs lay on large pillows. Their meals were being served to them on gleaming plates.
“Prize pigs.” The Fairy Godmother smiled. “I'm sure they'll make perfect practice.”