I am a student in England doing Animation. I'm coming up to my Final Major Project in the next few weeks and I will be creating an Animation in 3D interpreting a childrens poem from the 30s named "Little Thomas". It comes from a famous anthology named "Beastly Boys and Ghastly Girls" which was banned in schools for it's political incorrectness". As I am a student, I won't be publishing or making any money out of the project other than for educational use and promotion on the internet in order to help me land a job when I leave university.
My maximum budget it $100.
For the poem I need a narrator who will read it out. I'll also need them to attempt to pull off that late 50s British documentary voice if they can. The narrator can be male or female, I think it might be nice either way. Here is the poem:
Thomas was a little glutton
Who took four times beef or mutton,
Then undid a lower button
And consumed plum duff,
And when he could scarcely swallow
Asked if there was more to follow,
As heâ€™d still a tiny hollow
That he'd like to stuff.
He was told: "You won't get thinner
While you will eat so much dinner;
If you don't take care, somer inner
Part of you will burst."
He replied: "What does it matter
Even if I do get fatter?
Put more pudding on my platter:
Let it do its worst."
Then one day, and little wonder,
There was a report like thunder:
Doors and windows flew asunder,
And the cat had fits.
As his anxious friends foreboded,
Thomas had at length exploded,
And was blown to bits.
His old nurse cried much disgusted,
"There, just when Iâ€™ve swept and dusted,
Drat the boy! Heâ€™s gone and busted,
Making such a mess";
While the painful task of peeling
Thomas off the walls and ceiling
Gave his family a feeling
Of sincere distress.
When a boy, who so obese is,
Scatters into tiny pieces,
And the cause of his decease is
It is hard to send a version
Of the facts of his dispersion
To the papers for insertion
Which will be refined.
Any sorrowing relation
Asked for an elucidation
Of the awful detonation
Was obliged to say:
"Germans have not been to bomb us:
It was only little Thomas,
Who alas! departed from us
In that noisy way.