Audiobook - Fiction - Storytelling - English - Female Narrator
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Chapter one, the Cyclone Dorothy lived in the mist of the great Kansas prairies with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and on AM who was the farmer's wife. Their house was small for the lumber to build. It had to be carried by wagon, many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room, and this room contained a rusty looking cook stove Ah, covered for the dishes, the table, three year, four chairs and the beds. Uncle Henry and Auntie Em had a big bed in one corner and Dorothy a little bit in another corner. There was no Garrett at all, and no cellar except a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole. When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side, not a tree, nor house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reach to the edge of the sky in all directions. The Senate make the ploughed land into a grey mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the son had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the pain and the rains washed it away. And now the house was his dull and gray is everything else. When on em came there to live, she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too. They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober grey. They had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were great. Also, she was thin and gaunt and never smiled. Now, when Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her on Emmett been so startled by the child's laughter that she would scream in presser hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy's Mary voice reached her years and she still looked at the little girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh at Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what Joy Waas. He was great also from his long beard to his rough boots. And he looked stern in Seoul, Um, and rarely spoke. It was total that made Dorothy laugh and saved her from growing as grey as the other surroundings. Total was not gray. He was a little black dog with long, silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny we knows.