ACX approved Children's Fiction
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Child (5-12)Accents
British (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Angelica Rose skipped out of dragon cottage. A funny name for a cottage. She thought, I wish a dragon really did live here. Angelica stopped for a moment. I wish a real dragon lived here at dragon cottage with me. I won't tell anyone. Not even Usher because he thinks wishing is silly girls stuff. Angelica loved having an older brother. It was fun. Much more fun than having a sister who would want to play with her toys. Come on, ASHA called no more school for six weeks. We can do what we like. Now, why do you think mum and dad call it dragon cottage? Angelica asked. Oh, I don't know. Come on, let's go. But it's a very strange name. She insisted, Usher felt cross. Come on, Angelica didn't move. They flew over mountains and streams past castles and villages and everywhere they went, they encountered and made new friends. Mia played her flute for each new friend they met and the dragon would roar with delight. Their journeys brought joy to people wherever they went. One day, Mia and the dragon found a village where everyone was sad and depressed. The villagers could not agree over who is the finest musician in the land. This started to cause a rift between the townspeople. Mia knew exactly what to do. She started playing her flute in amazement. The villagers gathered around her to listen. Mia's beautiful flute playing, filled the air and soon everyone was singing and dancing. The grudge between the villagers was forgiven and the village was transformed with joy and laughter a long time ago, near a forest green, the sun shined bright and yellow in the pale blue skyy. The sun warmed the clear water of the pond or the platypus, lucky ducky Coca Cola, Mr Tiger and Monkey. Monkey lived all day long. The platypus would swim in the clear warm water of the pond. He was very happy at the end of his day, the platypus would come out of the water and sit by the pond and sing and oh, how the platypus loved to sing. He would point his long silky tail into the air and hold his soft furry paws to his mouth and it sounded something like this. **** to the platypus. This was his most beautiful song in the world. But some of the other animals who lived near the pond did not agree.