Audiobook-Children's Book
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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on a little world upon a little hill. A little tear fell down a little face. A little girl was now a little queen. The Little Queen's mother and father had said that she would live on for a long time, and then her tears would magnify the life around her forevermore. But they had not explained how she should go about going on. The book sniffers assignment was to sniff the books, ensure that all smelled as they should each day. She took in a deep breath, let one out in exchange and forgot to stop. She inhaled these fields of books waiting to be smelled, imagined each little space for each little letter lights with glean through book spines, illuminating cover edges. Ah, the little Queen said, as if she had smelt a book for the very first time. I would love to be a book sniffer, she said. I am the little queen. If you would like to trade places with me, it takes training to become a book sniffer. The books never replied kindly. Her nose wiggled and turned as she spoke, just like her eyes, and it seemed that she had sacrificed some amount of site for the sake of discerning sent. The little queen was about to admit that being a little queen did not take much training when approaching, wrestle caught their attention. Who is there? The book sniffer called out. Out of the depths of the aisle came a voice. I and the walls saw your the wall, Sawyer said. The wall Sawyer carried a large saw in her hands. I am the book sniffer. The books never replied. I wonder how we might shape the flow of space in the world through walls. The wall Sire said. I know I am a Wall Sawyer, but there are times that Wall's or what create the right space. Like these walls of books the books never proposed. They do affect the concentration of the air the wall, Sawyer admitted the little Queen did not come across the rose petal poet at the next hill, but she did come upon the tree woman or rather, a woman trying to be a tree standing very still. It was a little sad because the woman did not have any leaves. She only helped them in her palms and hair. Why are you pretending to be something you are not the little queen asked the tree woman. I can be whoever I wish to be, and I wish to be a tree, the tree woman said, extending a leaf to the little Queen. The little queen accepted it with thanks. The tree woman had legs of birch and curls such that bees would lose themselves in each small curve. She reminded the little queen of her beautiful mother, strong and delicate, obstinate and free. This string woman explained that she was wrapping a string around the world. She had partnered with the maker of long books so that the race and her journey would overlap. This helped the publisher of the long book save Money as their guards could join forces. At the moment, the string woman was taking a short rest from her journey toe watch the race, which was particularly interesting because it had just rained the string. Woman looked at the little queen with interest. The little queen could see that the string woman wanted to don't. What she did is the little queen. I am not really sure how to explain what a little queen does, she said apologetically. Well, there is nothing like doing something over and over again to know it more intimately, the string woman said. Like walking and walking with string. The little queen said yes or like writing and writing or running and running the string woman said. Or living in living, the little queen suggested. I am not sure about that one, the string woman replied. Why? The little queen asked. Walking and writing and running are very purposeful activities, but living we just happen to do regardless, the string woman said. Oh, the little queen said or not, the string woman said, Oh, the little queen said, Well, maybe we can live in a particular way that makes things different than just living the string woman said Maybe we can live, live, if you know what I mean. How? The little queen asked She was getting very excited. This could be the answer.