The Last Wild and James and the Giant Peach
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EnglishVoice Age
Child (5-12)Accents
Australian British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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I look up at the sky to spot some unmistakable grey shapes on a white one turning in the air above us. We never would says the stag, sniffing the air as I approach. We would never leave you, Kester. Not after what you promised. A promise. Before I can reply, something knocks me over Something grey and shaggy. The wolf cubs sticks his muzzle in my face, pressing his claws down into my chest. We have rescued you, man. Child. Not that you deserve it. Stag ran out from behind a tall home on made the beast Hunter Stop! He has proved he is the bravest and strongest stack in the whole world. So now you must come with us. This instant, Polly looks first of the stag standing tall in the headlights. Then at the huge flock of pigeons fluttering in the air and finally at this small wolf proudly guarding them all. What is this, kidnapper? Are these your friends? James decided that this was most certainly not a time to be disagreeable. So he crossed the room to where the centre Pete was sitting and knelt down beside him. Thank you so much. The centre beat said. You are very kind. You have a lot of boots, James murmured. I have a lot of legs. The sense Pete answered proudly. Onda lot of feet. 100 to be exact. There he goes again. The earthworm cried, speaking for the first time. Hey simply cannot stop telling lies about his legs. It doesn't have anything like 100 of them. He's only got 42. The trouble is that most people don't bother to count them. They just take his word in any way. There's nothing marvellous, you know, centre Pete about having a lot of legs. Poor fellow, The sense, Pete said, whispering in James here, he's blind. He can't see how splendid I look. In my opinion, the earthworms said, the really marvellous thing is toe have no legs at all. And to be able to walk just the same. You call that walking? Cried the centre. Pete, you're a sliver. That's all you are. You just slither along. I glide, said the earthworm primly, you are a slimy beast, answered the sense Pete, I am not a slimy beast, the earthworm said. I am a useful and much loved creature. Ask any gardenia like and as for you, I am a pest, the sensor peed announced, grinning broadly and looking around the room for approval. He is so proud of that, the lady Bird said, smiling at James, Though for the life of me, I cannot understand why I am merely pest in this room, cried the centre peed, still grinning away.