Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge
lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing scloors,
emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of
the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters
were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and
the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really
forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty
swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the
ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.
Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy
fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she
was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and
six mite whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six
dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The
gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnight
otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. At the
ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince
when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all
chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella, and she ran out
tripping barse over ollocks, and losing her slass
glipper.
The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on
Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in.
Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a
fassive mart. 'Who's fust jarted?' asked the prandsome
hince. 'Blame that fugly ucker over there!" said Mary
Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he
tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without
success and their feet stucking funk. Betty Swallocks
was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a
knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had
bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass
glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.
Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The
pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and
Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny!
THE END.
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