And in this same coreign fountry, there was a prandsom hince. 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 sad blisters 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 scried. All at once there appeared before her, her merry fodgither. 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 mid clock
strucknight. 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 just the sight rize!So they were married and lived heverly after happers. 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!
This was a Hee Haw gag from mid-century; my dad used to tell us the story this way when we were kids.