One shoe can change your life!

My sister and I heard this story for the first time at Girl Scout camp. We have spent years giggling about it and still speak in terms of

drancy fess balls and slopped drippers.

I need a magical shoe to change my life right now.....

Enjoy your Monday.

Prinderella and the Cince

Tonce upon a wime there was a gretty little pirl named Prinderella.
Prinderella had two sisty uglers and a micked wedstutter, who made her flub the scoors, wean the clindows, pine the shots and shans, and do all the other wirty dirk.

Wasn't that a shirty dame?

One day the Ping issued a kroclamation that all geligible irls were invited to a Drancy Fess Ball. Prindella's two sisty uglers could go, but Prinderella couldn't go because she didn't have a drancy fess, only a rirty dag that fidn't dit.

Wasn't that a shirty dame?

All of a sudden, in the eyeling of a twink, Prinderella's gairy fodmother appeared, and turned the cumpkin into a poach, the hice into morses, and Prinderella's rirty dag into a drancy fess.

But she warned Prinderella that she must be home by the moke of stridnight.

Wasn't that a shirty dame?

Well, Prindella went to the Drancy Fess Ball, and she pranced all night with the Cince, and at the moke of stridnight she ran down the Stalace Peps.

But on the bottom Pep she slopped her dripper!

Wasn't that another shirty dame?

The next day the Ping issued another kroclamation that all geligible irls were to sly on the tripper. Prinderella's two sisty uglers slipped on the tripper but it fidn't dit. So Prinderella slied on the tripper, and it fid dit!

So Prinderella and the Cince were married and lived happily ever afterwards.

Nor that wasn't such a shirty dame, was it?

THE END

I need to find the FAB dripper that will make all my Lily dreams come true!