Fairy Tale Narration. My voice is calm, clear and expressive.
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
South African (General)Transcript
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Perhaps my readers may be wondering what the goblins could be about working all night long, saying they never carried up the war and sold it. But when I have informed them concerning what Kurdi learned the very next night, they will be able to understand. Fork earlier determined if his father would permit him to remain there alone this night, and that for two reasons. First, he wanted to get extra wages in order that he might buy warm red petticoat for his mother, who had begun to complain of the cold of the mountain air sooner than usual this autumn. And second, he had just a faint glimmering of hope, finding out what the goblins were about under his window the night before when he told his father he made no objection for he had great confidence in his boys courage and resources. I'm sorry I can't stay with you, said Peter. But I want to go and pay the parson and visit this evening, and besides, I've had a bit of a headache all day. The prince journeyed on, spending days travelling and his knights in Little Wayside Inn. Still, one day he found himself in the heart of the adamant mountains. The great red granite crags of the surrounding beaks rose out of the gleaming snow like ugly fingers, and the slopes of giant glaciers sparkled in the sun like torrents of diamonds. The prince sat down by some stunted trees whose tops had been broken off a long time ago by an avalanche and began to eat the bit of bread and cheese that he had stored in his pocket. Meanwhile, his black horse ate the grass, which grew here along the mountain path, and as the prince sat there in the bright sun and the silence of the mountains, he became aware of a low, continuous roaring. There must be a waterfall nearby, said the prince to himself. I'll go and see it. Once upon a time, the king's youngest son became filled with the desire to go abroad and see the world. He got his father's permission to leave on an adventure, kissed his parents goodbye, mounted his black horse and galloped away down the high road. Soon, the great towers of the old castle in which he had been born disappeared behind him. It was like now, for the moon had risen the forest was beautiful, and the Franz of the Bracken shone like frosted silver in the open glade between the tree trunks, the wild rabbits danced with their shadows on the velvet grass. But when they saw the fairy, they all stopped dancing and stood round in a ring to stay at her. I've brought you a new play fellow, the fairies said. You must be very kind to him and teach him all he needs to know in rabbit land, for he is going to live with you forever and ever. And she kissed the little rabbit and put him down on the grass, run and play little rabbit, she said. Once upon a time, in a magical kingdom surrounded by a vast valley, they lived a young Squire who dreamed of becoming a night. Every day, the Squire carried out his daily duties, patiently awaiting the day he could prove his worth and pass into knighthood. As fresh snow blanketing the grounds of the kingdom, the white knight gazed out upon the sprawling valley side to himself and said, I must be the loneliest night in all of the land. All of a sudden, the white knight spotted a strange creature wandering up the snowy path towards him as the distance between the night and the creature shrank, he saw that it was a cow who goes there? The white knight stammered. To his surprise. A gentle voice responded. It is Hi, Maria Cough, who has found herself far from home. To her surprise, Maria was beginning to grow attached to the wondrous new land she had found herself in. She missed her. Heard back home, of course. She also missed the sweet taste of the bluegrass in the valley where she was raised. To her surprise, Maria was beginning to grow attached to the wondrous new land she had found herself in. She missed her Heard back home, of course. She also missed the sweet taste of the bluegrass in the valley where she was raised. But she liked walking around and leaving hoof prints in the freshly fallen snow. She like gazing at the tall tower that it rose up from behind the castle walls and imagining what magnificent view it offered out onto the kingdom grounds. But most of all, she liked her new friend. One day she asked the white knight whether he might allow her to climb the tower to see if she could spot her homeland off in the distance. Well, Maria, the night responded with slight hesitation. You see, the staircase leading up to the tower is very narrow, and I'm not sure that a four legged cow like yourself would be capable of making the trip up. Never say never, proclaimed Maria as she instantly stood upright on her hind legs and began marching towards the castle gate.