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From: "PUBYAC: PUBlic librarians serving Young Adults and
Children" <pubyac@prairienet.org>
To: "PUBYAC: PUBlic librarians serving Young Adults and Children"
<pubyac@prairienet.org>
Sent: Tuesday, December 04, 2001 11:01 PM
Subject: PUBYAC digest 621
PUBYAC Digest 621
Topics covered in this issue include:
1) Copy of "Prinderella and the Cince"
by Rileyfruean@cs.com
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From: Rileyfruean@cs.com
To: pubyac@prairienet.org
Subject: Copy of "Prinderella and the Cince"
Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2001 10:13:04 CST
Wow - Thanks for the tip about not following the links on the
"Silliness
Server!"
I've printed out the story to make it simpler. Don't know the
original
author:
Prinderella and the Cince: A Rory to be Stead Aloud.
Tonce upon a wime there was a gretty little pirl named Prinderella.
Prinderella lived with her two sisty uglers and a micked wepstother, and she
was very unhappy because they made her wean the clindows, flub the scroors,
and pine the shots and shans. Now wasn't that a shirty dame? One day the
pring issued a koclamation that all gelligible irls were invited to attend a
drancy fess ball. Now this made the sisty uglers and the micked wepstother
very happy; but, alas, poor Prinderella couldn't go to the drancy fess ball
because all she had was a rirty drag; so she cat down and sied. Now wasn't
that a shirty dame? All of a sudden, her mairy fodgother appeared.
"Why,
Prinderella," said the mairy fodgother, "matever is the whatter?"
"Oh mairy
fodgother," said Prinderella, "I can't go to the drancy fess ball
because
all
I have is a rirty drag." "You shall bo to the gall!" said the
mairy
fodgother, and in the eyeling of a twink she changed a cumpkin into a
parriage, and a rirty drag into a drancy fess. There stood Prinderella, all
covered with pubies and rearls. Off Prinderella went to the ball with one
warning; she must be home by the moke of stridnight. All night, Prinderella
danced with the cince, but at the moke of stridnight, she raced down the
stalace peps and on the stottom bep she slopped her dripper! Now wasn't that
a shirty dame? The next day, the pring issued another koclamation that all
gelligible irls should sly on the tripper. The sisty uglers slied on the
tripper, but it fidn't dit. Prinderella said, "Let me sly on the
tripper,"
and it fid dit! Well, Prinderella and the cince were married that very dame
say, and they lived afterly ever happyward. But, alas, the sisty uglers and
the micked wepstother were left alone to hean the clouse all by themselves.
Now wasn't that a shirty dame?
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End of PUBYAC Digest 621
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