Flame and Hope, South African children's story
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) South African (General)Transcript
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part one friends. My friends live on a free range cattle farm in Mallory, a Saudi isolated valley in the grasslands of Southern Africa. Should you visit there and search carefully? You may well notice many of us. Some are slippery and slavery, others air striped, snub nosed, long eared and short tailed longhorned and round eyed, furry or feathery. I think you'll fall in love with us No matter what we look like. You may perhaps wonder who I am. My name is Hope and I perch in the highest tree an African occasion near the farmhouse. From this spot I see in here what happens in the kitchen, on the porch and outside in the farmyard. My best friend is a very brave dog called Flame. His master is John James, owner of the farm. On a frosty morning in May, flames stormed through the doggy trapdoor with a loud bang. He jumped up against my tree and yapped Are you still sleeping? Hope Flame has startled me but I whistled Not anymore I'm awake now but you're very early. Naka the morning star is still hanging on the horizon. He wolfed I've had a brilliant idea which I want to explain to our furry and feathered friends, but for them to accept my plan they must hear about my life is a puppy in the Kalahari. First, it's tough for me to bark about certain events, so would you mind telling my story? Besides, you're very wise knowing fauna lang and whistling to the birds and their own songs. You even know some human lang to. So you're just the one for such a storytelling job. Perhaps you might even enjoy telling us more about yourself. I fluttered my pink eyelids and whistled. Thank you for asking. I suppose I can try, after all, not only humans like stories. I've heard that animals and birds also enjoy them, whether they're eyewitness reports or hearsay, just like you. I find it difficult to talk about my life before coming to the farm. But when the time's right out with Solal about it, flame barked. Thank you. Hope I knew I could depend on you, so I've invited our furry and feathered friends to meet us here. We had hardly finished our chat when quite a few robins, sparrows and strikes, as well as a martial eagle in a pair of African fish eagles arrived to perch in the occasional with me. The porch animals also accepted flames. Invitation to come for an early morning chit chat on that cold and windy morning, flame looked at us firmly, standing on all fours, keeping his legs and tail very straight in his head. Held high, he barked with a soft and deep voice. Thank you for being here, my furry and feathered friends. This is a special day for me, but I don't like yapping much about myself, and Hope has agreed to tell you more about my life. In the callegari, I scrambled to a lower branch, blinking my pink eyelids up and down, feeling like a falling leaf wobbling in the wind. All our furry and feathered friends were looking at me, a bird with a broken wing and a damaged I. Yet I thought, Find your nerve, be strong and flutter your feathers. This is no time to be scared to tell Flames story, which began in the desert long before he knew about a free range cattle farm or a place called Melody. Then I began to whistle flame story