Alternately titled: A bit of random this Friday morning.
As the tale goes, this is a story my grandfather used to tell my mom when she was a kid. She, in turn, told it to me when I was little. I heard it so many times that I had it memorized…but I still liked to hear her tell it. And I am now telling it to my children. If you’ve never told your children the story of Rindercella, I urge you to do so. It’s magic. But if you are going to do so, you must promise to do it with maximum animation. Silly voices, funny faces.
Their giggles will delight you.
And now, without further ado…I give you Rindercella.
Once upon a time in a coreign fountry there lived a geautiful birl named Rindercella. Rindercella lived with her mugly other and two sad bisters. Also in the coreign fountry there lived a Pransome Hince. Now this Pransome Hince wanted to have a bancy fall so he invited people from miles around, especially the pich reople.
Finally the bay of the dig bancy fall arrived but Rindercella could not go for she had nothing to wear but rirty dags. Rindercella cat down and sried. While she was citting there srying, sall of a udden there appeared before her, her Gairy Fodmother.
“Rindercella?” she asked. “Why are you citting there srying?”
“Today is the bay of the dig bancy fall and I cannot go for I have nothing to wear but rirty dags.” Rindercella hobbed her seart out. So her Gairy Fodmother turned her rirty dags into a dreautiful bess and gave her hix site worses (six white horses) to go the the bancy fall in.
“But,” she warned her. “You be back before nidmight or I’ll purn you into a tumpkin.”
When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the Pransome Hince met her on the steps for he had been watching behind a widden hindow. Rindercella and the Pransome Hince danced all night until nidmight and they lell in fove.
Suddenly the clig bock struck nidmight! Rindercella dashed away and staced down the rairs. And just as she reached the bottom, she slopped her dripper.
The next day, the Pransome Hince went all over the coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. He went to Rindercella’s house. He tried it on one sad bister.
It fidn’t dit.
He tried it on the other sad bister.
It fidn’t dit her either.
Finally he tried it on Rindercella. It fid dit! It was exactly the sight rize.
So, Rindercella and the Pransome Hince were married and they lived Appily Ever Hafter.
Now…the storal of this mory is: If you meet a Pransome Hince and you want him to lall in fove with you – don’t forget to slop your dripper!
Happy random Friday to you all. May your weekend be full of giggles and magical moments. If you need interpretation, just let me know.