Rindercella

Every year when we go to Missouri Ronnie tells us the story of Rindercella.   This year he was a bit stubborn and Erica had to whine at him for a while to get him to tell it, but he finally did.  At first he said he didn't remember it, so just to make sure he doesn't use that excuse again here it is transcribed exactly from the recording I did of him this year.   My spell checker about blew a gasket when I was typing this one out!

Rindercella

Once upon a time there was a geautiful  birl named Rindercella who lived in a coreign fountry with her mugly other and her two sad bisters.  Now in that same coreign fountry lived a pransome hince and he decided that he was gonna have a bancy fall.  So he invited all the people from all over that coreign fountry to come to his bancy fall, especially the pich reople.  So Rindercella’s mugly other and her two sad bisters went out and bought some dancy fresses,  you know to where to the bancy fall, but Rindercella gouldn’t co cause all she had was rirty dags.

 Well the day of the bancy fall finally came and Rindercella’s mugly other and her two sad bisters put on those dancy fresses and set out for the bancy fall and Rindercella crat down and sied.  And she was crating there sying when all of a sudden her gairy fodmother appeared with her wagic mand  and she waved that wagic mand and there appeared one of the danciest fresses you ever did see, and she said, “Rindercella you go to that bancy fall, but you must be home by nidmite or I’ll purn you into a tumpkin.”  And about that time there was hix white torses and a cagestoach pulled up in front of Rindercella’s hous,e you know, ready to take her to the bancy fall. 

So Rindercella went to the bancy fall and the pransome hince met her at the door, because he’d been watching for her from a widden hindow.  And they nanced, and they nanced, all dight and they lell in fove.  Then all of a sudden Rindercella head the slock crike, and she raced out of that bancy fall, and stown the dairs, and when she beached the rottom she slopped her dripper.

Now the next day that pransome hince searched all over that coreign fountry for the geautiful birl what had slopped her dripper.  Finally he came to Rindercella’s house.  And he tried it on her mugly other but it find’t dit, then he tried it on her two sad bisters and it find’t dit, then he tried it on Rindercella, and it fid dit!  And they mot garried and lived appily ever hafter.

Now the storal to the mory is this:  If you wanna lall in fove with a pransome hince, don’t forget to slop your dripper!