Mr Tickle
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
AustralianTranscript
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It was a warm, sunny morning in his small house at the other side of the wood. Mr. Tickle was asleep. You didn't know there was such a thing as a tickle, did you? Well, there is. Tickles are small and round and they have arms that stretch and stretch and extraordinary long arms. Mr. Tickle was fast asleep. He was having a dream. It must have been a very funny dream because it made you love out loud and then work him up. He sat up in bed, stressed his extraordinary long arms and yawned An enormous your Mr Tickle felt hungry said, Do you know what he did? He reached out. One of his extraordinary long arms opened the bedroom door, reached down the stairs, open the kitchen door, reached into the kitchen cupboard open the biscuit tin took out a biscuit, brought it back upstairs in through the bedroom door and back to Mr Tickle in bed. As you can see, it's very useful indeed. Having arms as long as Mr tickles Mr. Tickle munched his biscuit. He looked out the window to look very much like tickling day. He thought to himself So later that morning After Mr Tickle had made his bed and cooked his breakfast, he set off through the woods. As he walked along, he kept his eyes very wide open, looking for somebody to tickle, looking that air, everybody toe tickle. Eventually missing the tickle came into a school. There was nobody about so reaching up his extraordinary long arms to our high window ledge. Mr Tickle pulled himself up and keep it in through the open window. Inside, he could see a classroom. There were Children sitting at their desks and a teacher writing on the blackboard. Mr. Tickle waited a minute and then reached in through the window. Mr Tickles Extraordinary long arm went right up to the teacher, paused. And then Theo teach jumped in the air and turn around very quickly to see who was there. But there was nobody there. Mr Tickle Grune the mischief for screen. He waited another minute and tickle the teacher again. This time he kept on tickling until soon the teacher was laughing out loud and saying, Stop it, Stop it! Stop bird! Over and over again, all the Children were laughing to think terrible pandemonium. Eventually, Mr Tickle thought that he had had enough fun. So he gave the teacher one more tickle for luck and then very quietly brought his arm back through the open window. Chuckling to himself, he jumped down from the window, leaving the poor teacher to explain what it was all about. Which, of course he couldn't. Then Mr Tickle went to town. And what a day Mr Tickle had. He tickled the policeman on traffic duty at the crossroads in the middle of town. He tickled the greengrocer justice. He was piling the apples and neatly in his shop window at the railway station. The guard was about to waive his flag for the train to leave as he lifted his arm in the air every time he tried to wave his flag, Mr Tickle tickle them until the train was 10 minutes. Late that day, Mr Tickle tickled everybody. He tickled the doctor. He tickled the book shop. He even tickled old Mr Stamp, the postman who dropped all his letters into a puddle. Then Mr Tickle went home. Sitting in his armchair in his small house at the other side of the wood. He laughed and laughed every time he thought about a ll the people he had tickled. So if you are in any way ticklish, beware of Mr Tickle and those extraordinary long arms of youse Just think perhaps he's somewhere about this very moment while you're reading this book. Perhaps that extraordinary long arm of years is already creeping up to the door of this room. Perhaps it's opening the door now and coming into the room. Perhaps before you know what is happening, you will be well and truly.