Rindercella Script

April 2, 2014

If you’re looking for a good script to help you memorize the classic Tairy Fale, Rendercella, here ya go!

Here’s a video of John May telling the story at Woodleaf.

Once upon a time in a coreign fountry there was a geautiful
birl, whose name was Rindercella. And Rindercella had a mugly other and her two
sad blisters. Also in this coreign fountry there was a prandsome hince and the
prandsome hince was going to throw a bancy fall. He invited the people from
riles amound, especially the pich reople.

Rindercell’s mugly other and her two sad blisters went out
and bought some drancy fesses to wear to the bancy fall but poor Rindercella
couldn’t go because she had nothing to wear but rirty dags.

So on the night of the bancy fall, Rindercella’s mugly other
and her two sad blisters put on their drancy fesses and went to the bancy fall.
And since poor Rindercella couldn’t go she just cat down and scried.

As she was kitten there shiren, all of a sudden, her gairy
fodmother appeared  right before her
eyes. She touched her with her wagic mand and turned her into a peautiful

Then appeared before her a kig boach and hix white sorces so
Rindercella could ride to the bancy fall. 
Her gairy fodmother said, “Now, Rindercella, you be sure and be
home before nidmight, or the magic will wear off and your kig boach will purn back
into a tumpkin!”

So off went Rindercella. When she got to the bancy fall the
pransome hince met her at the door. He had watched her come up in her kig boach
and hix white sorses from a widden hindow.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince danced all night long
and the prandsome hince just lell in fove with Rindercella.

At once, Rindercella heard the moke of stridnight so she
turned, straced down the rairs and when she got to the stottom blep…she slopped
her dripper!

The next day the prandsome hince went all over his coreign
fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. When he go
to Rindercella’s house he tried it on her mugly other, but it fidn’t dit! He
tried it on her two sad blisters but it fidn’t dit. And he tried it on
Rindercella and it fid dit! It fid it!  It was exactly the sight rize.

So they mot garried and lived happily ever after.

Now, the storal of the mory is this: If you go to a bancy
fall and you want to have a pransome hince lall in fove with you, don’t forget
to slop your dripper!

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