Narration James and the Giant Peach - English
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James and the giant peach by RAWD Dahl. Illustrated by Quentin Blake. One until he was four years old James. Henry Trotter had a happy life. He lived peacefully with his mother and father in a beautiful house beside the sea. There were always plenty of other Children for him to play with. And there was the sandy beach for him to run about on and the ocean to paddle in. It was the perfect life for a small boy. Then one day james', mother and father went to London to do some shopping and there a terrible thing happened. Both of them suddenly got eaten up in full daylight. Mind you and on a crowded street by an enormous angry rhinoceros which had escaped from the London Zoo. Now, this as you can well imagine was a rather nasty experience for two such gentle parents. But in the long run, it was far nastier for James than it was for them. Their troubles were all over in a jiffy. They were dead and gone. And 35 seconds flat, poor James on the other hand, was still very much alive and all at once, he found himself alone and frightened in a vast unfriendly world. The lovely house by the seaside had to be sold immediately. And the little boy carrying nothing but a small suitcase containing a pair of pajamas and a toothbrush was sent away to live with his two aunts. Their names were Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker. And I am sorry to say that they were both really horrible people. They were selfish and lazy and cruel and right from the beginning, they started beating poor James for almost no reason at all. They never called him by his real name, but always referred to him as you disgusting little beast or you filthy nuisance or you miserable creature. And they certainly never gave him any toys to play with or any pictures to look at his room was as bare as a prison cell.