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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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the animals I really dig above all others is the pig Pigs on noble Pigs are clever. Pigs are courteous. However, now and then to break the rule one meets a pig who is a fool. What, for example, would you say if strolling through the woods one day right there in front of you? You saw a pig who built his house of straw? The wolf who saw it, licked his lips and said that pig as odd. His gyms. Little pig, little pig! Let me come in. No, no! By the hairs on my chin, each engine. Then I'll have found out ofthe annul. Blow your house in! The little pig began to pray But wolf, he blew his house away. He shouted Bacon, pork and ham! Oh, what a lucky wolf I am! And though he ate the pig quite fast, he carefully kept the tail till last. Wolf wandered on a trifle bloated surprise surprise. For soon, he noted another little house for pigs on this one had been built off twigs Little big, little big Let me come in. No, no, by the hairs on my teeny tension. Then I'll handle Puff and I'll blow your house in the wolf said. Okay, here we go. And then began to blow and blow. The little pig began to squeal. He cried, Wolf, you've had one meal! Why can't we talk and make it to you? The wolf replied. Not on your Nelly. And soon the pig was in his belly. Two juicy little pigs Wolf cried, But still, I'm not quite satisfied. I know how full my tummy is bulging on DH Oh, how I adore indulging so creeping quietly as a mouse, the wolf approached another house, a house which also had inside a little piggy trying to hide. But this one piggy number three, was bright and brainy, as can be no straw for him. No to Exhaust IX. This pig had built his house of bricks. You'll not get me the piggy cried. I'll blow you down, the wolf replied. You'll need Big said a lot of path, and I don't think you've got enough. Wolf huffed and puffed and blew and blew the house data as good as new. If I can't blow it down, Wolf said, I'll have to blow it up. Instead, I'll come back in the dead of night and blow it up with dynamite. Pig cried, you brute! I might have known he dialled as quickly as he could. The number of Red Riding Hood. Hello, she said. Who's speaking? Who? Oh, hello, piggy. How'd you, too, pig cried. I need your help, Miss Hood. Oh, help me, please. Do you think you could? I'll try. Of course, Misheard replied. What's on your mind? Oh, pig cried. I know you've dealt with wolves before, and now I've got one at my door, My telling pig, she said, My sweet, that's something really up my street. I've just begun to wash my hair, but when it's dry out B right. A short while later, through the wood came striding brave Miss Riding hood. The wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze and yellowish like mayonnaise. His teeth were shop, his guns were raw and spit was dripping from his jaw. Once more, the maiden's eyelid flickers. She draws the pistol from her knickers once more. She hits the vital shot and killed him with a single shot. Pig peeping through the window stood and yelled, Well done, Miss Riding Hood, Our piglets. You must never trust young ladies from the upper crust. For now, Miss Riding Hood one notes not only has do wolf skin coats, but when she goes from place to place, she has a pigskin travelling case.