(When I read this version of Cinderella, I am inevitably reminded of that wonderful, now departed, Danish pianist and comic entertainer, Victor Borge. I am not sure if these are his words exactly. It does not matter. It still brings a smile to my face remembering his antics at, on, beside and underneath his grand piano.
May you all have great success from slopping your drippers 😉
Once upon a time in a corn foundry there lived a geautiful birl and her name was Rindercella. Now Rindercella lived with her mugly other and two sad blisters. Also in this same corn foundry there lived a pransome hince, and this pransome hince was going to have a bancy fall and he'd invited people for riles amound especially the pich reople.
Now Rindercella's mugly other and her two sad blisters went to town to buy some drancy fesses for the bancy fall, but Rindercella couldn't go cause all she had to wear were some old ruddy dags. Finally the night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn't go so she just crank down and shried. And she was sitting there shrieing when all of the sudden there appeared before her, her gay mudfather and he touched her with his wagic mand and there appeared before her a kig boach and hix white sorces to take her to the bancy fall, and he said — "Rindercella, be sure and be home before midnight or I'll purn you into a tumpkin!"
When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall the pransome hince met her at the door because he'd been watching behind a wooden hindow. Rindercella and the pransome hince nanced all dight until midnight and they lell in fove. And finally the mid clock struck night, and Rindercella staced down the rairs and just as she beached the rottom she slopped her dripper! The next day this pransome hince went all over this corn foundry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper.
They finally came to Rindercella's house, and he tried it on the mugly other and it fidn't dit. Then he tried lt on the two sisty uglers and it fidn't dit and then he tried it on Rindercella and it fid dit! It was exactly the sight rize!
And so they were married and lived heavenly after happily. Now the storal of the mory is: if you go to a bancy fall and you want a pransome hince to lell in fove with you — don't forget to slop your dripper