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Directions:Once upon a time, in a coreign funtry, there lived a geautiful birl, and her name was Rindercella. Rindercella lived with her mugly other and her two sad blisters. In that same coreign funtry, there also lived a very prandsome hince. The prandsome hince was going to have a bancy fall, and he'd invited all the people for riles amound, especially the pich reople.
Now Rindercella's mugly other and her two sad blisters, they went out to buy some drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall. But Rindercella couldn't go because all she had to wear were 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. And she was kitten there shrien, when all at once there appeared before her, her gairy mudfather. And he touched her with his wagic mand ... and there appeared before her, a cig boach and hix white sorses to take her to the bancy fall. But he said, "Now, Rindercella, you be sure and be home before nidmight, or I'll purn you into a tumpkin!" When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the prandsome hince met her at the door, for he had been watching from a widden hindow. Rindercella and the prandsome hince nanced all dight, until midnight, and they lell in fove. Suddenly, the clock mid strucknight! Cinderella slaced down the rairs and ran away. But as she beached the rottom, she slopped her glass dripper.
The dext nay, the prandsome hince went all over that coreign funtry, searching for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper, for he was fuch in move and fad to hind her. After a song learch, he came to Rindercella’s house. He tried the slass glipper on the mugly other, but it fidin't dit. He tried the slass glipper on the sin thigly uster, but it fidin't dit. He tried the slass glipper on the sat thigly uster, but it fidin't dit. Finally, he tried the slass glipper on Rindercella , and it fid dit; it was exactly the sight rize. So the pransome hince and Cinderella were married and they hived lappily after everwards. Now the storal of this mory is: if you ever go to a bancy fall and want a prandsome hince to lall in fove with you, don't forget to slop your dripper. |
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