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 that same coreign fountry, there lived a very
prandsom hince.

One day, the prandsom hince decided to have a bancy fall. He invited people
from riles amound, especially the pich reople. But Rindercella could not go
because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags. So she just sat down
and cried. All of a sudden her gairy fodmother appeared. And she waved her
wagic mand...and all of a sudden 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!"

So Rindercella went to the bancy fall, where she met the very prandsom
hince, who she had been watchin through a widden hindow. She and the
prandsom hince nanced all dight till nidmight...and they lell in fove.
Suddenly, the mid clock struck night; Rindercella staced down the rairs, and
just 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. He came to Rindercella's
house. He tried it on Rendercella's mugly other...and it fidn't dit. He
tried it on her two sigly usters...and it fidn't dit. He tried it on
Rindercella...and it fid dit, it was exactly the sight rize!

The next day, Rindercella and the prandsom hince were married and they lived
everly hafter happward.

Now, the moral of the story is this: If you ever loll in fove with a
prandsom hince, be sure and slop your dripper!