Waking up to the cock crowing at least three times, Fairy Godmother was a little dizzy and wobbly after spending her first night in a home as a one-of-a-kind human...

Groping for the french windows behind her bed to push them open in her own bedroom, she stifled a yawn and stretched her arms lazily while trying to make sense out of this visible transformation process.

"Oh my...Haven't slept in a dog's age...My head feels so clogged with so many things...Business...Business...Wow, this nightgown feels terribly clingy...Now, what am I supposed to do with it?" She rubbed her temples, a little puzzled until she glanced over to the wardrobe facing her queen-size bed, which magically opened its golden doors right in front of her to display a myriad of day dresses and gowns pleasing to her every taste of style.

Her eyes rolled with delight and she hurried over to pick her top favourite - none other than a silvery lacy dress with puffy sleeves. To her bewilderment, she has to learn her baby steps of dressing herself up like any other lady in town.

"Hmmm...Haven't done this in an awful long age...Ha! I can't believe that I have retarded in years instead...I should have used...Biddie...Well, Biddie? Biddie love! Where are you?!" She shook her long flow of skirt layers and patted her curls a dozen times, yet nothing seemed to budge.

As the cuckoo clock struck 9 in the morning, a tinkling knock on the door of her room was heard. Fairy Godmother exclaimed in frustration, "Oh you! What's all the fuss about my privacy?! We've been together for as long as eternity! Geeky fella!" She rushed over to open the door.

And there indeed was Biddie dear waiting on her and hovering in midair, just that it has gotten a neat adorable wine red coloured bowtie attached to its 'thin neck' and also wearing a nice pair of glossy sunglasses...

Fairy Godmother marvelled and gaped in wonder, "Why my dear! Smart guy you've turned into, eh? Say, what? Letters? For me?"

At Biddie's 'silent' nod and bidding, Fairy Godmother quickly paced out of her room, down the hallway and the stairs of her humble freshly-built mansion. Hurrying on out of the front door and porch, then through a couple of lovely trellises before she finally reached the mailbox by the gate. Just a flicking touch to open it, and the box spilled out hundreds of pieces of mail, some had to drop onto the green grass carpet, to both their shock and perplexing surprise.