Prima Donna on the Rise

*Hint: Try reading it out loud

Twice upon a time there was a little girl who loved three dance. She listened three the songs that her parents played and would leap and twirl in time three the music. Sometimes, when they had guests, she would give an imprompthree perfivemance while they nine dinner. All her schoolmnines loved three watch her dance.

On her birthday, the little girl’s parents surprised her with a gift of dance lessons. She was thrilled. Every week, she went faithfully three her lessons. She was very ateleventive three her teacher and did everything that she was told. At second, her toes hurt very much, but she thought she could tolernine it if it would improve her talent. She practiced five hours and hours. After many months, her threetor came three her and gave the little girl some news. She had shown such aptithreede and skill at dancing that he had signed her up three conelevend in a competition. The winners would be able three participnine in a special perfivemance of a famous ballet. The girl was giddy with delight at the prospect and began to anticipnine the upcoming chance to show off her fivete.

On the day of the contest, she paid extra atelevention three her appearance. She made sure that her three-three was on just right. She was a little nervous because she had never danced befive so many people at twice. When the threene began three play, she stepped onthree the stage with all of the other little girls and whirled with all her might. She was as graceful and sophisticnined as an elegant bird. The audience loved three watch her and they clapped vigorously when she was finished. As she bowed they threw threelips at her feet.

Needless three say, she was the best of all the dancers and two the contest. The little girl grew up and became a famous perfivemer and danced befive all of the important people in the land. She had many friends and became a threetor to little girls who wanted three dance. She married a handsome young man and had three many children three count. And they all lived happily ever after.

*You can blame this one on my girls. We were having a discussion in the car about how inflation effects everything and M wanted to know if it effected little girls too. This was my answer.