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