Winnie The Pooh, demo reading

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Reading by Charlotte Norris, recorded at Infinity Times Infinity recording studio September 17, 2022.

Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)


North American (General)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Winnie the pooh by a a milne Chapter One in which we are introduced to Winnie the pooh and some bees. And the stories begin Here is Edward bear coming downstairs. Now bump bump bump on the back of his head behind Christopher Robin. It is as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs. But sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't anyhow here he is at the bottom and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie the pooh! When I first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, but I thought he was a boy. So did I said Christopher Robin. Then you can't call him Winnie. I don't, but you said he's win either poo. Don't you know what their means? Ah yes, now I do. I said quickly and I hope you do too. Because it is all the explanation you are going to get. Sometimes Winnie the pooh likes a game of some sort when he comes downstairs and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story this evening. What about a story? Said Christopher Robin. What about a story? I said, could you very sweetly tell Winnie the pooh one? I suppose I could. I said, what sort of stories does he like about himself? Because he's that sort of bear. Oh, I see. So could you Very sweetly. I'll try. I said so I tried once upon a time a very long time ago about last friday Winnie the pooh lived in a forest all by himself. Under the name of Sanders. What does under this name mean? Asked Christopher Robin. It means he had the name over the door in gold letters and lived under it. Winnie the pooh wasn't quite sure, said Christopher Robin. Now I am, said a growly voice. Then I will go on, said I. One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest and in the middle of this place was a large oak tree and from the top of the tree there came a loud, buzzing noise. Winning the poo, sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think. First of all he said to himself, that buzzing noise means something. You don't get a buzzing noise like that. Just buzzing and buzzing without it meaning something. If there's a buzzing noise, somebody's making a buzzing noise. And the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you're a b. Then he thought another long time and said, and the only reason for being a b that I know of is making honey. And then he got up and said, and the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it. So he began to climb the tree he climbed and he climbed and he climbed. And as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this. Isn't it funny how a bear likes honey buzz buzz buzz. I wonder why he does. Then he climbed a little further and a little further and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song. It's a very funny thought that if bears were bees they'd build their nests at the bottom of trees and that being so if bees were bears we shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs. He was getting rather tired by this time. So that is why he sang a complaining song. He was nearly there now. And if he just stood on that branch, crack, help! Said Booze. He dropped 10 ft on the branch below. If only I hadn't! He said, as he bounced 20 ft onto the next branch. You see what I meant to do, he explained, as he turned head over heels and crashed onto another branch 30 ft below. What I meant to do? Of course it was. Rather, he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches. It all comes! I suppose. He decided, as he said goodbye to the last branch, spun around three times and flew gracefully into a gorse bush. It all comes of liking honey so much! Oh, help! He crawled out of the gorse bush brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher Robin. Was that me? Said Christopher Robin in an odd voice, hardly daring to believe it, that was you. Christopher! Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger and his face got pinker and pinker. So Winnie the pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the forest. Good morning Christopher Robin! He said, good morning, Winnie the pooh! Said you, I wonder if you've got such a thing as a balloon about you? A balloon? Yes, I just said to myself, coming along, I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him. I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons and wondering, what do you want a balloon for? You? Said Winnie the pooh looked around to see that nobody was listening. Put his paw to his mouth and said in a deep whisper, Honey, but you don't get honey with balloons. I do! Said poo. Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet. And you had balloons at the party. You had a big green balloon and one of rabbits. Relations had had a big blue one and had left it behind being really too young to go to a party at all. And so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you. Which one would you like? You asked. He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully. It's like this, he said, when you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you are only part of the tree and not notice you, and if you have a blue balloon, they might think you are only part of the sky and not notice you. And the question is, which is most likely, wouldn't they notice you underneath the balloon? You asked? They might and they might not said Winnie the pooh. You never can tell with bees. He thought for a moment and said, I shall try to look like a small black cloud that will deceive them. Then you had better have the blue balloon, you said. And so it was decided.