A defective fairy tale!

Once upon a chair, in a small house in the forest, there lived an ice old woman with his two daughters. The first dollar was pretty but stupid, the second one was ugly put clever, and the third wan wash pretty but clever. The old lady was very poor. She just got tree fast-food restaurants and a branch of department stores. Her daughters heated her. They didn’t like living in the woods, in a snail house. They wanted to sail the restaurants and the department stores. Both brothers could think of nothing but honey. They became gritty and talked about honey all the time. Day made plans, day said, “When our mother dies, we will be rich”... but each one throught, “No, I will be rich. You won’t even get a smell of the money”. The beautiful stupid daughter caught a piano and shouted opera arias all day long. The ugly clever daughter fried delicious cakes twenty-five hours a day. But the youngest pretty clever daughter stayed in his room writing poems all by her shelf.
Once mourning a prince came riding by. He was lost and wanted to know the way out of the forest. He was thirsty-two. He knocked off the kitchen door and asked for some wafer. But the ugly, clever, disgusting sister ignored him. Then he herd some body screaming, so he took his sword and ran upstarts. He kicked down the door to the room of the pitiful stupid daughter, who was singing his areas as loud as usual. Surprised by her beauty, the prince fell in love of her and sat on the broken door for two days until he finally realized that she was as ugly in the inside as beautiful in the upside. He went out. The pretty clever daughter had looked after is horse. She also gave him a water glass. The prince was deeply moved by her gentleness and thanked her warmly, and then he jumped on his horse and wrote away. He never came back. The youngest pretty lever daughter returned to her room and threw all her poems into the fire. She closed the door and stayed put for three months. Yes, that is when the mice old human died.
They read her Last Will and Testament: What a sunrise! Mum’s businesses and bread were for the youngest pretty, cleaver dollar. Her sisters, who had been god and nice to their mother till the very end, deaf not understand it and asked the youngest pretty clever brother what had happened. And the youngest pretty clever sister answered that there mother had observed that they were perfectly happy cooking and sing-sing, so they didn’t need no money. The oldest sisters found this unfair and thus started a terrible fright that shook our peaceful forest for three yearns.