A short passage from a fairytale for children.
Young Adult (18-35)
North American (General)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Once upon a time, the king's youngest son became build 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, mallet his black horse and galloped away dumb high road. Soon the great towers of the old castle in which had been born, disappeared behind him. The prince journeyed on, spending days traveling and his knights and little wayside ends till one day he bound himself in the heart of the adamant mountains, the great red granite cracks of the surrounding peaks. Rosetta's cleaving snow like ugly fingers and the slopes of giant glaciers sparkled in the sand with torrents of diamonds. The prince sat down by some stunted trees, who's tops have 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 this pocket. Meanwhile, his black horse ate the grass, which grew here and there along the mountain path, and as the prince out there and the bright sun and the silence of the mountains became aware of a low, continuous Rory. There must be a waterfall nearby, said the prince to himself. I'll go and see