My favourite fairy tale from when I was little... Always did 'gove a lood stove lory'. 
You have to read this one aloud to get the full effect.
Rindercella
Time upon a once in a coreign fountry, there lived a geautiful birl, and her name was Rindercella. Now Rindercella lived with her mugly uother and her two sad blisters.
Also, in this same coreign fountry, there was a very Prandsome Hince. And this Prandsome Hince was going to have a bancy fall. He invited people from riles amound, especially the pich reople.
Now Rindercella's mugly uother and her two sad blisters went out to buy some drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall, but Rindercella couldn't, so she just cat down and shried. She was kitting there shrying when all at once there appeared her gairy mudfather.
Her gairy mudfather touched her with a wagic mand and there appeared before her a cig boach and hix site whorses to take her to the bancy fall. But the gairy mudfather said, "Be sure and be home before midclock strikes night or I'll purn you into a tumpkin."
When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the Prandsome Hince met her at the door because he had been watching behind a widden hindow. Rindercella and the Prandsome Hince nanced all dight until nidmight and they lell in fove. Finally the midclock struck night and Rindercella stanced down the rairs. Just as she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper.
The dext nay the Prandsome Hince went all over this coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who slopped her dripper. Finally he came to Rindercella's house. He tried the dripper on her mugly uother and it fidn't dit. He tried it on her two sad blisters and it fidn't dit. Finally, he tried it on Rindercella and it fid dit! It was exactly the sight rise!
So they were married and lived hervily after happer.
How the storal of the mory is this. If you ever go to a bancy fall, and you want to have a Prandsome Hince lall in fove with you, don't forget to slop your dripper.