Children's Audiobook Presentation with Character Voices

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Description

This is a full audiobook presentation with background music, different voices of the characters, and sound effects. All performed and/or compiled by me. Over an hour long, I've selected a few of the voices from the story.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Rediscover America presents the food pirates. The small boat slipped quietly through the slowly moving waters of the Pooter Whipple River, its silhouette barely visible. No sound broke the silence, except for the muted dripping of water from the small crafts two oars as it approached New Colony. My pies air gone, yelled Constable, Cougar, I mean your pies air gone. I believe we have a mystery here, but the tracks don't seem to fit any of our town folk. The complaints continued until Mayor Turkey stepped from the crowd and motioned for silence on my fellow citizens. As they prepared to turn around, Elizabeth took one more glance downstream and immediately stopped what she was doing. Boys, she whispered, pointing past the front of the raft. Look over there! Hi, you and over rat. Did you take a nibble from my loaf of bread? Nibble know Wellington. I took a whole bite, replied Hanover, trying not to laugh with his mouthful. I'll take a bite out of you if you try that trick again. All of you be quiet. Interrupted The captain, We've made a decision. We've pretty much cleaned out the village. So we leave tonight. Justus Soon as it gets dark. But there's not any of that cheese we stole from those buzzing fellas. It's chase I love and any kind. There's nothing I would rather find. And if it's moldy, that's okay. I'll lead it all up anyway. It's cheese I love and any kind, and if I find it first, it's mine. But if it's yours, you'd best beware, because if I can, I'll eat your share. Worthington repeated this song between whistles, but then he slowed suddenly and stopped beside the trail. His sensitive nose told him that the stinky cheese was close, but for some reason not in the direction he was heading.