Extract from Winnie the Pooh by A A Milne. Playful, fun narration.
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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once upon a time, a very long time ago. Now, about last Friday, Winnie the Pooh lived in a forest or by himself under the name of Sanders. What does under the name mean Ask Christopher Robin? It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and he lived under it. No, we knew the poo wasn't quite sure, said Christopher Robin. No, I'm, said a growly voice. Then I will go on, said I. One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak tree, and from the top of the tree they came a loud, buzzing noise. Winnie the Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, and he put his head between his paws and he began to think. First of all, he said to himself, that buzzing noise means something. You don't get a buzzing noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing without it, meaning something. If there's a buzzing noise, somebody's making a buzzing noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you're a B. Then he thought another long time and said, And the only reason for being a B that I know of is making honey. And then he got up and said, And the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it. So he began to climb the tree. He climbed and he climbed and he climbed and he climbed. And as he climbed, he sang a little song to himself. He went like This Isn't it funny how a bear likes honey? Buzz, buzz, buzz. I wonder why he does. Then he climbed a little further and a little further and then just a little further. By that time, he thought of another song. It's a very funny thought that if bears were bees, they build their nests at the bottom of trees. And that being so, if the bees were bears, we shouldn't have to climb up all these stairs. He was getting rather tired by this time, so that was why he was singing a complaining song. He was the only there now, though, and if he just stood on that branch crack Oh, hope said poo as he dropped 10 ft onto the branch below him. Oh, if only I hadn't, he said as he bounced 20 ft to the next branch. You see what I meant to do, he explained as he turned head over heels and crashed onto another branch 30 ft below. What I meant to do, of course, it was rather, he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches. It all comes, I suppose he decided as he said goodbye to the last Branch, spun around three times and flew gracefully into a gauze brush. It all comes of liking Honey. So much help. He crawled out of the goals. Bush brushed the prickles from his nose and began to think again. And the first person he thought of was Christopher. Robin. Was that me? Said Christopher Robin, in an odd voice, hardly daring to believe it. That was you, Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger, and his face got Pinker and Pinker. So when we need the poo went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind the green door in another part of the forest. Good morning, Christopher, Robin, he said. Good morning, Winnie. The Pooh said. You