The Walrus and the Carpenter, Reading, Audiobooks, Animation
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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The war was in the carpenter by Lewis Carroll, read by Alison mackenzie. The sun was shining on the sea shining with all his might. He did his very best to make the billows smooth and bright. And this was odd because it was the middle of the night. The moon was shining soly because she thought the sun had got no business to be there after the day was done. It's very rude of him. She said to come and spoil the fun. The sea was wet as wet could be. The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud because no cloud was in the sky. No birds were flying overhead. There were no birds to fly. The Walrus and the carpenter were walking close at hand and they wept like anything to see such quantities of sand. If this were only cleared away, they said it would be grand if seven raids were seven swept it for half a year. Do you suppose the war was said that they could get it clear? I doubt it. Said the carpenter and shed a bit of tear. Oh, oysters come and walk with us. The war did besiege a pleasant walk. A pleasant talk along the Briny Beach. We cannot do with more than four to give a hand to each. The eldest oyster looked at him but nary a word. He said, the eldest oyster winked his eye and shook his weary head. Meaning to say he did not choose to leave the oyster bed. But four young oysters hurried up all eager for the treat. Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, their shoes were clean and neat. And this was odd because, you know, they hadn't any feet. Four other oysters followed them and yet another four and thick and fast. They came at last and more and more and more all hopping through the frothy waves and scrambling to the shore, the wall and the carpenter walked on a mile or so and then they rested on a rock conveniently low and all the little oysters stood and waited in a row. The time has come. The war was said to talk of many things of shoes and ships and ceiling wacks of cabbages and kings of why the sea is boiling hot and where the pigs have wings. But wait a bit Joyce described before. We have our chat for some of us are out of breath and all of us are fat. No hurry. Said the carpenter and they thanked him much for that. A loaf of bread. The wool said is chiefly what we need pepper and vinegar besides are very good. Indeed. Now, if you're ready, oysters, dear, we can begin to feed but not on us. The oysters cried. Turning a little blue. After such kindness. That would be a dismal thing to do. The night is fine. The wool said, do you admire the view? It was so good of you to come and you are very nice. And the carpenter said nothing but cut us another slight. I wish you were not quite so deaf. I've had to ask you twice. It seems a shame. The war said to play them such a trick after we brought them out so far and made them trot so quick. The carpenter said nothing but the butter spread too thick. I weep for you. The wool was said, I deeply sympathize with sobs and tears. He sorted out those of the largest size, holding his pocket handkerchief before his streaming eyes. Oh, Oyster said the commander. We've had a pleasant run. Shall we be trucking home again? But answer came their none. And this was scarcely odd because they'd eaten every one.
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Amusing, Animated, Awkward, Brooding, Cartoon, Frightened, Gravelly, Impatient, Sarcastic, British (General)