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Prinderella and the Cince
Twonce upon a wime there lived a cincess named Prinderella. She lived with her sticked wepmother and her sugly isters. They made her pine all the shots and shans and do all the wirty dork around the house.
Isn't that a shirty dame?
One day the ping issued a kroclamation that all the geligible irls in the kingdom should come to a drancy fess ball. Prinderalla didn't have a drancy fess. All she had was an irty drag.
Isn't that a shirty dame?
So off went the sugly isters and the sticked wepmother to the drancy fess ball while Prinderella stayed home. Who should appear but her gairy fodmother, who quickly turned a crumpkin into a poach, four hice into morses, and Prinderella's irty drag into a drancy fess. But she told Prinderella that she had to be home by the moke of stridnight.
Isn't that a shirty dame?
Prinderella pranced with the Dince all night long, but at the moke of stridnight she ran down the stalace peps and slopped her dripper. Isn't that a shirty dame?
The next day the ping issued another kroclamation that all the geligible irls in the kingdom should sly on the tripper. The sugly isters and the sticked wepmother slied on the tripper, but it fidn't dit. Prinderella slied on the tripper, and it fid dit, so she and the Cince mot garried and hived lappily ever after.
The storal of the mory? Never dun rown stalace peps or you might just slop your dripper.
Twonce upon a wime there lived a cincess named Prinderella. She lived with her sticked wepmother and her sugly isters. They made her pine all the shots and shans and do all the wirty dork around the house.
Isn't that a shirty dame?
One day the ping issued a kroclamation that all the geligible irls in the kingdom should come to a drancy fess ball. Prinderalla didn't have a drancy fess. All she had was an irty drag.
Isn't that a shirty dame?
So off went the sugly isters and the sticked wepmother to the drancy fess ball while Prinderella stayed home. Who should appear but her gairy fodmother, who quickly turned a crumpkin into a poach, four hice into morses, and Prinderella's irty drag into a drancy fess. But she told Prinderella that she had to be home by the moke of stridnight.
Isn't that a shirty dame?
Prinderella pranced with the Dince all night long, but at the moke of stridnight she ran down the stalace peps and slopped her dripper. Isn't that a shirty dame?
The next day the ping issued another kroclamation that all the geligible irls in the kingdom should sly on the tripper. The sugly isters and the sticked wepmother slied on the tripper, but it fidn't dit. Prinderella slied on the tripper, and it fid dit, so she and the Cince mot garried and hived lappily ever after.
The storal of the mory? Never dun rown stalace peps or you might just slop your dripper.