Mr Happy - Roger Hargreaves
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Yorkshire & Humber) British (General)Transcript
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on the other side of the world, where the sun shines hotter than here, where the trees are 100 feet tall, there is a country called Happy Land. As you might well expect. Everyone who lives in Happyland. Is it happy as the day is long? Wherever you go, you see smiling faces all around. It's such a happy place that even the flowers seem to smile in Happyland and as well as all the people being happy. All the animals in apple under happy to if you've never seen a mouse smile or a cat or a dog or even a worm Goto Happyland. This is a storey about someone who lived there who happened to be called Mister Happy Mr Happy was fat and round and happy. He lived in a small cottage beside a lake at the foot of a mountain and close to a wood in Happyland. One day, while Mr Happy was out walking through the tall trees in the woods near his home, he came across something which was really rather extraordinary. They're in the trunk of one of the very tall trees was a door, not a very large door, but nevertheless a door. Certainly door. A small, narrow yellow door. Definitely a door, I wonder who lives here? Thought Mr Happy to himself, and he turned the handle of that small, narrow yellow door. The door wasn't locked on. It swung open quite easily. Just inside the small, narrow yellow door was a small, narrow, winding staircase leading downwards. Mr Happy squeezed his rather large body through the rather thin doorway on began to walk down the stairs. The stairs went round and round and down and down and round and down and down and round. Eventually, after a long time, Mr Happy reached the bottom of the staircase. He looked around and saw there in front of him, another small, narrow door. But this one was red. Mr Happy knocked at the door. Who's said the voice. A sad, squeaky sort of a voice. Who's there? Mr. B. Pushed open the red door slowly and they're sitting on a stool was somebody who looked exactly like Mr Happy, except that he didn't look happy at all. In fact, he looked downright miserable. Hello, said Mr Happy. I am Mr Happy. Oh, are you indeed? Sniff? The person who looked like Mr Happy Boy who wasn't Well, my name is Mr Miserable and I'm the most miserable person in the world. Why you so miserable? Said Mr Happy? Because I am replied. Mr Miserable, How would you like to be happy? Like may ask Mr Happy I'd give anything to be happy said Mr Miserable. But I'm so miserable. I don't think I could ever be happy. He added miserably. Mr Happy made up his mind quickly Follow May said where to ask Mr Miserable? I don't have you said Mr Happy And he went out through the small, narrow red door Mr Miserable hesitated and then followed Open up the winding staircase They went open open round and round and up and round and round it up until they came out into the wood Follow maze and Mr Happy again And they both set off through the wood. Back to Mr have his cottage