Jemima Puddle-Duck for children, animation television cartoon, stories
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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Jemima flew beautifully When she had a good start, she skimmed along over the treetops until she saw her place in the middle of the wood. Jemima alighted rather heavily and began to waddle about in search of a convenient nesting place. She rather fancied a tree stump, but seated upon it, she was startled to find an elegantly dressed gentleman with black ***** ears and sandy coloured whiskers. Blank said, your mama puddle duck with her head and bonnet On one side, ****. The gentleman raised his eyes above his newspaper and looked curiously at Jemima. Madam, have you lost your way? Said he. He had a long, bushy tail, which he was sitting upon. Jemima thought him mighty civil in handsome. She explained that she had not lost her way, but that she was trying to find a convenient, dry nesting place well as toe a nest. There is no difficulty. I have a sack full of feathers in my wood shed. No, my dear madam, you will be in nobody's way. You may sit there as long as you like, said the bushy long tail, gentlemen. He led the way to a very tired, dismal looking house amongst the Foxgloves. There was a tumbledown shed at the back of the house made of old soapboxes. The gentleman opened the door and show Jemima in. She was rather surprised to find such a vast quantity of feathers. But it was very comfortable and she made a nest without any trouble at all. When she came out with Sandy, whiskered gentleman was so polite that he seemed almost sorry to let you mama go home. He promised to take great care of her nest until she came back the next day. He said he loved eggs on DH ducklings. Jemima puddle duck came every afternoon. She laid nine eggs in the nest. They were greeny white and very large. The foxy gentleman admire them immensely and turned and counted them whenever Jemima was not there. At last, Jemima told him that she intended to sit the next day. And I will bring a bag of cone with me so that I need never leave my nest until the eggs are hatched. They might catch cold, said the conscientious Jemima. Madam, I beg you not to trouble yourself with a bag. I will provide oats. But before you commence your tedious sitting. I intend to give you a treat. Let us have a dinner party all to ourselves. May I ask you to bring up some helps from the farm garden to make a savoury omelette, sage and thyme and mint and two onions and handsome past Lee. I will provide the lard for the stuffing. Lard for the omelette, said the hospitable gentleman with sandy whiskers. Jemima puddle duck was a simpleton, not even the mention of sage and onions made how suspicious she went around the farm garden, nibbling off snippets of all the different sorts of herbs that are used for stuffing roast duck. And she waddled into the kitchen and got two onions out of a basket. **** wank! The collie dog kept met her coming out. What you do with those onions? Where'd you go every afternoon by yourself? Jemima Puddle Duck. Your mama was rather in or of Kali and told him the whole storey