Rindercella

The Story of Rindercella.
Once apon 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 she touched her with her 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!