Children's Audiobook Demo
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pancake made use of her seafaring skills and sailed across oceans of soup, causing spills but chilly lagoon slathered pancake and muck. And then, at a fork in the road, she got stuck. Don't go that way, yelled at chickpea to warn her. But pancakes sped on and got trapped in a corner caught between dressings. One Russian, one ranch. She squeezed out and started a bean avalanche toast re emerged in the vegetable crisper, sneaking up swiftly, not making a whisper. Beans were now falling from such a great height. Some kidney, some lima, some pinto, some white, searching for safety from raining legumes. Toast turned to hide but was blasted by fumes of Brussels sprouts left from an old party platter. So quickly he climbed up a celery ladder beside him. A lettuce leaf parachute landed, pancake flipped out. It is mine, she demanded. Battered and soggy, exhausted and crumbling, too tired to push. They were limping and stumbling. There stood the bottle of syrup at last. But wait. It was empty. They stood quite aghast, licking his lips with a sneer that was awful out of the shadows crept. Baron von Waffle. I got here first while you boasted and Pickard my Was that syrup delicious, he snickered. He wandered around admiring the furniture. This must be a bed, he said. I've always wanted to sleep in a bed and up. He crawled onto a large, thick mattress. All at once. He saw something small and round. Why? Here's my button. He cried and he tried to pick it up. But like all the other buttons on the mattress, it was tied down tight. He yanked and pulled with both paws until pop off came the button and off the mattress, corduroy toppled bang into a tall floor lamp. Over it fell with a crash. Corduroy didn't know it, but there was someone else awake in the store. The night watchman was going his rounds on the floor above. When he heard the crash, he came dashing down the escalator. Now who in the world did that? He exclaimed. Somebody must be hiding around here. He flashed his light under and over sofas and beds until he came to the biggest bed of all. And there he saw too fuzzy brown ears sticking up from under the cover. Hello, he said. How did you get upstairs? The watchman tucked corduroy under his arm and carried him down the escalator and set him on the shelf in the toy department with the other animals and dolls. There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it. He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit. Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights and saw the commotion, the noise and the light. Why they're celebrating. It looks like such fun. They're thanking me for the good job that I've done. But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill were bullets and missiles intended to kill. Then, amidst the barrage of artillery fire, Jack urged zero to go higher and higher and away. They all flew like the storm of a thistle until they were hit by a well guided missile. And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight was heard. Merry Christmas to all and to all Good night,