Gavin Muir - Audiobooks - Fiction Compilation 2022
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Jurassic park by Michael Crichton. The velociraptor sniffed the steak and moved on. It was now at the open door to the freezer, tim could see the smoke billowing out, curling along the floor toward the animal's feet. one big clawed foot lifted, then came down again silently. The dinosaur hesitated. Too cold, tim. Thought he won't go in there. It's too cold. He won't go in. He won't go in, he won't go in. The dinosaur went in. The head disappeared. Then the body than the stiff tail tim sprinted, flinging his weight against the stainless steel door of the lockers, slamming it shut. It slammed on the tip of the tail. The door wouldn't shut. The velociraptor roared, a terrifying, loud sound inadvertently, Tim took a step back. The tail was gone. He slammed the door shut and heard a click closed. A clean, well lighted place by Ernest Hemingway. It was very late, and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow, the leaves of the trees made against the electric light. In the daytime the street was dusty, but at night the do settle the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf. And now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client, they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying. So they kept watch on him. Never cry wolf, bye! Farley Mowatt. I listened. But if a wolf was broadcasting from those hills, he was not on my wavelength. George who had been sleeping on the crest of the Oscar, suddenly sat up, cocked his ears forward and pointed his long muzzle toward the north. After a minute or two he threw his head back and howled, a long, quavering howl, which started low and ended on the highest note. My ears would register biotech, grabbed my arm and broke into a delighted grin. Caribou are coming, the wolf says. So. I got the gist of this, but not much more than the just. And it was not until we returned to the cabin and I again had mike services as an interpreter, but I learned the full story.