Rindercella
Once upon a time, in a coreign fountry, there lived a very geautiful
birl; her name was Rindercella. Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly
other and her two sad bisters. And in this same coreign fountry, there
was a very prandsom hince.
And this prandsom hince was going to have a bancy fall. And he'd
invited people from riles amound, especially the pich reople. Rindercella's
mugly other and her two sad blisters went out to buy some drancy
fesses to wear to this bancy fall, but Rindercella could not go
because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags. Finally, the
night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn't go. So
she just cat down and scried. She was a kitten there a scrien, when
all at once there appeard before her, her gairy fodmother. And he
touched her with his wagic mand ... and there appeared before her,
a cig boach and hix white sorces to take her to the bancy fall.
But now she said to Rindercella, "Rindercella, you must be
home before nidmight, or I'll purn you into a tumpkin!"
When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the prandsom hince
met her at the door because he had been watchin' behind a woden
hindow. And Rindercella and the prandsom hince nanced all dight
until nidmight...and they lell in fove. And finally, the mid clock
strucknight. And Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as
she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper!
The next day, the prandsom hince went all over the coreign fountry
looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. Finally
he came to Rindercella's house. He tried it on Rendercella's mugly
other ... and it fidn't dit. Then he tried it on her two sigly usters
... and it fidn't dit. Then he tried it on Rindercella ... and it
fid dit. It was exactly the sight rize!
So they were married and lived heverly ever hapwards.
Now, the storal of the mory is this: If you ever go to a bancy
fall and want to have a pransom hince loll in fove with you, don't
forget to slop your dripper!
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