Our Friend Philip (Children's book)
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) WelshTranscript
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This is an excerpt from, uh, my book, our friend Philip. So Chapter one meeting Philip. It had rained all night. Meghan was setting the table for breakfast As her father was getting ready for work. Her mother and younger brother were still asleep upstairs. It was some holidays, which meant no school. For the next six weeks, her father worked on the local summer markets, selling a little bit of this and a little bit of that. He was a little worried that the weather might ruin the market for the day, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd been out selling in the rain. Megan, by this time had set the table with a plate cup and saucer and knife. Her father was eating toast this morning. He loved to have some peanut butter on one piece and Marmite on the other. Mama does one of those things. You either loved it or you hated it. Her father loved it. She hated it. Yuck. She lived in a little town in the southwest of England. Cold Wilmington. It was more a village, really. But quite near the sea there were a few hills, some words, and she liked living there very much. What you think, Then? Megan asked her father, looking out the window. Do you think it's going to rain the whole day? I'm not sure, said Megan, but will probably clear up later on anyway. Hope you're right, Megan Hope you're right. Her father had finished breakfast and walked to the front door. Megan helped him with his jacket, kissed him on the cheek and said, Bye for now. Have a good day on the gaffe. However, as they opened the front door, they're on the path was an enormous worm. It had been caught in the rain and couldn't get away to the grass. Megan looked at her dad and said, Oh oh, the poor thing is it? Is it dead, Dad? I don't think so, he said. We didn't very well at all. Take him with you, Dad, said Megan. Maybe Magic John can help. Magic John worked on the markets with a father selling small puppet Emu's. They were string puppets, about 20 centimetres tall. The Children loved them. He would prepare and build them through the winter months, then sell them on the summer markets. You always knew Magic John because you wore a top hat with a feather in it and a crazy waistcoat made of different coloured materials. But when he talked, you smiled from the inside out. You could sit for hours and just listen to him. He always had this wonderful story to tell. Megan liked him very much, and he was such an amazing and unique friend of her father's.