Now Rindercella?s mugly other and her two sad blisters, they went out to buy some drancy fesses, you know, to wear to this bancy fall, but Rindercella couldn?t go, because all she had to wear was some old rirty dags. So finally the night of the bancy fall arrived, and Rindercella couldn?t go, so she just cat down and shried. She was kitten there shryin?, when all at once there appeared before her, her gary mudfather! And he touched her with his wagic mand. And there appeared before her a cage boach and hix white sources, you know, to take her to the bancy fall. But he said, now, Rindercella, you be sure and be home before nid might or I?ll purn you into a tumpkin!
So when Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, this prandsome hince met her at the door because he?d been watching all this time behind a widden hindow. And Rindercella and the prandsome hince nanced all dight. And they lell in fuv!
And all at once the midclock struck night and Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she reached the bottom, she slopped her dripper! So the next day the prandsome hince went all over this corn funtry, looking for the geautiful burl who had slopped her dripper.
Finally he came to Rindercella?s house. Well, he tried it on her mugly other and it fidn?t dit. 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 rise. So they got married and lived heavily after hampers.
Now the storal of the mory is this: if you go to a bancy fall and you wanna have a prandsome hince lall in fuv with you, don?t forget to slop your dripper!