12 String,

I thought the story was about Rindercella.

Her mugly other and sad bisters treated Rindercella just awful. They made the poor girl do all the chores, like you said, frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits, shiveling shut, mixing feals, baking meds, and beaning the clathrooms. Day after day, poor Rindercella would go about her toil, daydreaming of a better life.

Rindercella's gairy modfother felt sorry for her. You know the rest. In a nutshell, Rindercella's gairy modfother fixed her up and sent her to a bancy fall at the palace of the pransome hince. She was so beautiful the pransome hince fell in love with her instantly. But the gairy modfother had warned Rindercella that she must be home by nidmight, for that's when the spell would wear off and she'd be changed back into the wriserable metch she truly was. At the first troke of stwelve, Rindercella left the bancy fall, dashed out of the palace and stown the dairs. On the way, she slopped her dripper.

Now, the pransome hince was so smitten with her, he just had to find her. He came upon the dripper she'd slopped as she'd ran stown the dairs. He set about his search, the dripper his only clue.

As the gory stoes, the pransome hince went all about the realm, having all the geautiful young birls try on the dripper. Just as the pransome hince was losing hope and getting absolutely knucking fackered in his endless search, Rindercella tried it on and it fit. He knew he'd found his love at last. They were mappily harried after ever.

So, ladies, the storal of the mory is: If you want to catch a pransome hince, always slop your dripper.

(This is losely based on the skit done by Archie Campbell on the American TV show, "Hee Haw" back in the 70's.)