Rindercella

May 26, 2009 Poisoned
Tags: Story

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I have decided to write a short story. But this is going to be different – because instead of writing it as me, I am going to write it as a 5 year old girl who is acting cute and adorable. The mispellings are deliberate. Thus, I now present to you…Rindercella!

Once upon a time in a corein fuontry, there lived a geautiful birl, and her name was Rindercella. Now Rindercella lived with her Mugly uother and her two sad blisters.

Also, in the same coreign fountry, there was a very prandsome hince. And this pransome hince was going to have a bancy fall. He invited people from riles amound, eapecially the pich people.

Now Rindercella’s mugly uother and her two sad buy some Drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall, but Rindercella couldn’t go, so she just cat down and sried. Ditting there srying when all at once there appeared before her, her gairy fodfather.

Her gairy fodfather touched her with a wagic mand and there appeared before her a kid boach and hix sorses to take her to the bancy fall. But he said, “Rindercella, be sure and be home by midnight, or I’ll purn you into a tumpkin.”

When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the prandsome hince met her at the door because he had been watching behind a widden hindow. Rindercella and the prandsome hince nanced all dight until midnight and they lell in fove, finally the midclock struck night. And Rindercella san down the rairs. Just as she beaced the rottom, she slopped her dripper.

The next day the pransome hince went all over this coreign fountry, looking for the geautiful birl. Who had slopped her dripper. Finaly he came to Rindercella’s house. He tried the dripper on her mugly outher,, and it fidn’t dit. He tried it on her two sad blisters, and it fid’t dit. Finally, he tried it on Rindercella and it fid dit. It was exactly the sight rize.

So the pransome hince and Rindercella were married and lived everly after happer. Now the storal of the mory is this; If you ever go to a bancy fall, and you want a pransome hince to lall in fove with you, don’t forget to slop your dripper.