Stone Soup Storytelling
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
This is the stone stoop story. Once upon a time, there was a poor village filled with people who did not like to share. They locked their doors and windows tight and kept what little food they had for themselves. One day, a stranger passed into the village. He was very tired and hungry from his journey. He stopped the first house and knocked on the door, hoping there was food inside. The woman opened the door only a tiny crack. Who are you? The woman asked the stranger. I am a tired and hungry traveler, he responded. Please, may I have something to eat? There is hardly any food here, said the woman. In fact, I doubt who I doubt who will find anyone. I doubt you. We'll find anyone who has extra food. Despair. We're all poor and hungry, too. And the woman closed the door. The traveler, although he was tired and hungry, was not ready to give up. He picked a large round stone from the ground and knocked once more at the door. The lady came to the door again, opening it only halfway. Yes, she asked. Since you are poor, like me, perhaps you would like to have some of my stone soup stone soup. The woman laughed as she looked at the stone in his hand who can't make soup from a stone? I've done a report before, replied Traveler. The woman had never seen anyone make soup from a stone before, but since she was hungry, too, she invited him in. Then she looked the fire and place to kettle of water on top and opened the windows to let out some heat. The traveler placed a stone inside the water until it boiled. He sipped a spoonful of hot liquid. It's almost done, he said. But if you had just a blue little salt and butter, the soup would taste so much better. The woman went to the covered in, returned with salt water. Just the traveler was pouring him in the pot. The woman's husband returned home. His hands in his hands were carrots and potatoes. What are you making us? The woman's husband, Stone soup, replied. The woman in the traveler. Impossible. Shadow the husband. It's almost finished travelers here, the husband as he tasted yet another spoonful. But it would be even nicer if we had its and carrots and potatoes, also hungry. The husband agreed and dropped the carrots and potatoes into the pot. Soon the smell of the soup drifted out of her house windows and down the lane, and one neighbor who usually stayed inside wandered out and follow the smell all the way to the first house where he heard them talking about the stone soup. Is the stone soup ready now? The woman and her husband as the traveler, Yes, but it could be even better if we had some turnips and beings replied. I have some, yelled a neighbor who was watching the windows.