Rosie Revere Engineer
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Rosie revere engineer by Andrea Beaty narrated, performed and sound designed by Michelle walker, additional character voices by Bradley Duffy. This is the story of Rosie Revere who dreamed of becoming a great engineer in lila Greer's classroom at Blue River Creek. Young Rosie sat shyly, not daring to speak, but when no one saw her, she peeked in the trash for treasures to add to her engineer stash. And late, late at night, Rosie rolled up her sleeves and built in her hideaway under the eaves alone in her attic. The moon high above. Dear Rosie made gadgets and gizmos she loved and when she grew sleepy she hid her machines far under the bed where they'd never be seen. When Rosie was young, she had not been so shy. She worked with her hair swooping over one eye and made fine inventions for uncles and aunts hot dog dispenser and helium pants. The uncle she loved most was zookeeper fred. She made him a hat to keep snakes off his head from parts of a fan and some cheddar cheese spray, which everyone knows keeps the pythons away. And when it was finished, young Rosie was proud, but fred slapped his knee and he chuckled out loud. He laughed till he wheezed and his eyes filled with tears all to the horror of Rosie revere, who stood there embarrassed, perplexed and dismayed. She looked at the cheese hat and then looked away. I love it fred who did truly I do. But Rosie Revere knew that could not be true. She stuck the cheese hat on the back of her shelf and after that day kept her dreams to herself and that's how it went until one autumn day. Her oldest relation showed up for a stay. Hey, Rosie, her great great aunt Rose was a true dynamo who had worked building airplanes a long time ago. Mm hmm. She told Rosie tales of the things she had done and goals. She had checked off her list. One by one, she gave a sad smile as she looked to the sky. The only thrill left on my list is to fly, but time never lingers as long as it seems. I'll chalk that one up to an old lady's dreams. That night. As Rosie lay wide eyed in bed, a daring idea crept into her head. Could she build a gizmo to help her aunt fly? She looked at the cheese hat and said, no, not I, but questions are tricky and some hold on tight. And this one kept Rosie awake through the night. So when Don approached and red streaks lit the sky, young Rosie knew just how to make her aunt fly. She worked and she worked until the day was half gone, then hauled her cheese copter out onto the lawn to give her invention a test just to see the ridiculous flop. It might turn out to be strapped into the cockpit. She flipped on the switch. The **** a cheese copter sputtered and twitched. It floated a moment and world round and round, then froze for a heartbeat, and crashed to the ground! Then Rosie heard laughter, and turned around to see the old woman laughing and slapping her knee. She laughed till she wheezed, and her eyes filled with tears all to the horror of Rosie revere! Who thought, oh, no, never! Not ever again! Well, I tried to build something to sputter, or spin, or build with a lever, a switch or a gear, and never will I be a great engineer. She turned around to leave. But then great great Aunt Rose grabbed hold of young Rosie and pulled her in close and hugged her and kissed her, and started to cry. You did it hooray! It's the perfect first try! This great flop is over! It's time for the next young Rosie was baffled, embarrassed, perplexed. I failed! Said dear Rosie, It's just made of trash, didn't you see it? The cheese copter crashed. Yes! Said her great aunt. It crashed, That is true. But first it did just what it needed to do before it crashed Rosie. Before that it flew! Your brilliant first flop was a raging success. Come on, let's get busy! And on to the next! She handed a notebook to Rosie Revere, who smiled at her aunt as it all became clear. Life might have its failures. But this was not it, the only true failure can come if you quit. They worked till the sun sneaked away to its bed, hand me! That wrench! Aunt Rose tied her head scarf around Rosie's head. All right, now! Turn it on Aunt Ruth and sent her to sleep. Goodnight. Aunt Rose, with a smile, ear to ear. Goodnight, my girl to dream the bold dreams of a great engineer at Blue River Creek. All the kids in grade to build gizmos and gadgets and do hickeys to with each perfect failure. They all stand in chief, but none quite as proudly as rosie revere.