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Once upon a time, there was a gritty pearl named Rindercella. She lived with her sticked wep-mother and her two sisty step-uglers. They made Rindercella do all the wirty dirk around the house. Wasn't that a shirty dame?

One day there was a proyal roclamation. There was going to be a drancy fess ball at the ping's kalace that very night in honor of the prandsome hince. All day long, Rindercella's sticked wep-mother and her two sisty step-uglers kept Rindercella busy getting their drancy fesses ready for the drancy fess ball. As they were leaving, her older sisty step-ugler said, "Why, Rindercella, why aren't you coming too? Oh yes, that's right, you only have that dragged old dess to wear. Too bad!", and off they went to the drancy fess ball.

Well, Rindercella was pretty unhappy. After all, she wanted to go to the drancy fess ball like all the other pearls in the pingdom.

Suddenly there was a POOF and Rindercella's Gairy Fodmother appeared. "Rindercella, what's the problem?"

"Oh, Gairy Fodmother! There's a drancy fess ball at the ping's kalace tonight in honor of the prandsome hince, and I can't go because all I have to wear is this dragged old dess."

"I'll fix that", said the Gairy Fodmother. And with one wave of her wagic mand, POOF, there was Rindercella in the dranciest fess you can imagine! And on her feet were two sass glippers.

"Now you need a way to get to the ping's kalace", said the Gairy Fodmother. So she changed a cumpkin into a poach, 6 white hice into morses, and 2 rat fats into moachcen.

"Oh thank you, Gairy Fodmother!", said Rindercella as she was stepping into the poach.

"You're very welcome, my dear. Just remember, everything my wagic mand has changed will change back at the moke of stridnight."

"I'll remember, Gairy Fodmother.", Rindercella cried as the poach sped away.

Well, when Rindercella appeared at the drancy fess ball, the prandsome hince took one look at her, and they danced every dance together after that, and had a wonderful time.

But when the clock began to mike stridnight, Rindercella cried, "Oh, I've got to go," and she started running for the door.

"Wait!", said the prandsome hince. "I don't even know your name!"But Rindercella was already running down the steps in front of the ping's kalace and she dropped one of her sass glippers.

She sprang into her poach, the moachcan whipped the 6 white morses and off they raced towards Rindercella's home.

Luckily they were out of sight of the ping's kalace at the last moke of stridnight when the poach turned into a cumpkin, the 6 white morses turned into 6 white hice, and the 2 moachcen into 2 rat fats. And of course, Rindercella was back in her dragged old dess. She walked the rest of the way home.

As you know, the next day there was another proyal roclamation, saying that all the pearls in the pingdom had to try on the sass glipper. And whose ever foot fit the sass glipper would marry the prandsome hince.

When the prandsome hince got to Rindercella's house, the older sisty step-ugler tried on the sass glipper, but it fidn't dit. Then the younger sisty step-ugler tried on the sass glipper, but it fidn't dit either. But when Rindercella tried on the sass glipper, it fid dit. And Rindercella and the prandsome hince lived appily hever after.

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