Rindercella

My first job out of college was to train adults on how to use computers.  As I would begin a class, I would inevitably stumble through my words because I was a bit nervous and would be talking too fast.  At this point, I’d have the opportunity to take a breath and add a little levity to the morning.  I’d start out by saying “You’ll have to excuse me.  You see, I grew up hearing my dad tell me stories of Rindercella and at the moke of stridnight, she was running down the stairs and slopped her dripper.”

Hearing this, everyone would laugh and I could start again.  This time, a bit slower and also having made a little connection to my students.

For those that have never heard the story, here it is.

Once upon a time, in a coreign fountry, there lived a very geautiful birl; her name was Rindercella. Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly other and her two sigly usters. And in this same coreign fountry, there was a very prandsom hince.

And this prandsom hince was going to have a bancy fall. And he’d invited people from riles amound, especially the pich reople. Rindercella’s mugly other and her two sigly usters went out to buy some drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall, but Rindercella could not go because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags. Finally, the night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn’t go. So she just cat down and sried. She was critting there sying, when all at once there appeard before her, her gairy fodmother. And she touched her with her wagic mand … and there appeared before her, a cig boach and hix white sorces to take her to the bancy fall. But now she said to Rindercella, “Rindercella, you must be home before nidmight, or I’ll purn you into a tumpkin!”

When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the prandsom hince met her at the door because he had been watchin’ behind a widden hindow. And Rindercella and the prandsom hince nanced all dight until nidmight…and they lell in fove. And finally, the mock cluck stridnight. And Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper!

The next day, the prandsom hince went all over the coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. Finally he came to Rindercella’s house. He tried it on Rindercella’s mugly other … and it fidn’t dit. Then he tried it on her two sigly usters … and it fidn’t dit. Then he tried it on Rindercella … and it fid dit. It was exactly the sight rize!

So they were married and lived heverly ever hapwards. Now, the storal of the mory is this: If you ever go to a bancy fall and want to have a pransom hince loll in fove with you, don’t forget to slop your dripper!

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