Unofficial reading of The Nutcracker and the Four Realms
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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The Nutcracker in the four realms Chapter One Clara, pine cones, cinnamon roasted chestnuts and crackling firewood. The scents mingled in the air, rising high and swirling with whisper chimney smoke and snow flurries. For a moment they waved just below the gathering snow clouds seeming to form their own bill. We puff of christmas, Time Spirit. Then, with the hoof, the scents, smoke and snow all scattered against the mighty beat of an owl's wings, the owl swooped down from the clouds towards the city below. If it noticed the sense drifting up from the cobblestone streets, it didn't show it. Rather, the owl flew along its path, resolute and strong, dipping lower and flying so swiftly that its shadow seemed to skate across the ice rooftops. Smoke puffed out from the chimney stacks upon the rows and rows of buildings. The frozen river themes danced with Children ice skating in the distance. When the sun sank below the horizon, lamp lighters use long poles to kindle streetlamps, so storefronts and trinket peddlers were cast a glow in soft, warm light, candles flickered in windows. Shop owners adjusted ribbons on door reefs. Men and women bundled their cloaks more tightly as they bustled this way and that carrying presence in hurting rosy cheeked Children towards home. Then faintly in the distance a church bell chimed, signaling the start of the most magical evening of all christmas eve in London. Now, the owl wasn't much concerned with the hustle and bustle. It had eyes for only one thing. An evening snack there it spotted its target. A tiny mouse scurrying along the magic window ledge. Father christmas might be arriving that evening expecting cookies, but the owl thought a furry treat was just the thing. The album flew closer. It, shadow fell across the mouse. The all swooped. It missed. In the nick of time the Mouse started through a hole in the brick masonry both sides the window and disappeared. The owl hooted in dismay. It landed on the window ledge and waited. It blinked, but the Mouse didn't re emerge. After a long while the owl hooted again and glided away, keeping its eyes peeled for another tasty morsel. Inside the brick wall, the Mouse scurried along a narrow tunnel just wide enough for the Mouse to fit through. It was in search of his own tasty morsel and in the dusty attics and shadowed sellers of London, while happy families were making merry and paying little attention to the nooks and crannies about them. There was always something we're scavenging just before dark. The tunnel widened in a dim light shone at the end the Mouse burst into a large addict room squeak. They're sitting in the center of the room was a scrumptious looking biscuit. Why? A freshly baked treat would just be resting in its own little cleared space on the grimy floor of a cluttered attic? Or how I had gotten. There weren't thoughts that cross those Mouses mind, all it knew is that there was a delicious center a few feet away and it wasn't going to let it slip through its paws. As the mouse inched up to the biscuit, it never noticed the curious eyes watching it from the shadows, eyes that were far keener and far craftier than owls who really want to catch the mouse. Friends, Clara stall burn, whispered to her little brother, with her tangled hair and must dressed. She was all but invisible in the corner, but her clever brown eyes shone. Yes, fritz, insisted eagerly. Clara smiled, catching the mouse they'd heard scurrying about the attic at night was the only thing little fritz had talked about Since 3:00 that afternoon. She struck a match illuminating both their faces. This is how you do it, she said confidently, with science, mechanics and a little bit of luck, she carefully lit a tea light candle, playing with fire. Anywhere in the house, especially the attic was strictly forbidden. But this wasn't playing. This was science, and she knew what she was doing. Clara gingerly moved the candle under a miniature hot air balloon. The first component of her brilliant contraption spread around the attic was a series of levers, pulleys, and ramps activated by balloon falls and toys, all positioned with precise calculation. And at the end of her invention was a basket ready to drop over the unsuspecting mouse as soon as it nibbled the biscuit it was perfect. All her invention needed was the right touch to get it going first. We've got energy, she whispered to fritz. The heat from the candle makes the balloon rise fits, watched in wonder as the balloon rose and bumped into a ball, waiting at the top of a wooden ramp. We get momentum from the ball, Clara explained, tap the ball knocked onto the toy monkey, which hits the monkey, who pivoted pivots onto the bellows, which blows the longboat for its could barely contain his excitement As a fireplace Bello began to puff out air, pushing along a toy boat on wheels, Giving Us Newton's 3rd Law of Physics Clearer finished for every action. There's an equal and opposite reaction, and with a little bit of luck slack, the longboat knocked into the basket, toppling it right over the mouse biscuit and all. Mouse trap for its clapped his hands. Clara beamed with pride as she and fritz walked over to examine the tiny mouths, captured belief. The basket. Her invention had been a stellar success, if she did say so herself. Fantastic! She whispered, I can't wait to show. Clara stopped speaking abruptly, luckily, for it was so preoccupied with his furry new captive that he didn't notice, he didn't notice the pale ghost of sadness that crossed Clara's face, nor the hint of the world that hadn't yet crossed her lips. Mother clearly finished, Clara finished to herself softly. It had been just a few short months since the Children's mother Marie had passed away. The pain of loss was bitterly fresh, especially for the 14 year old Clara. She had been incredibly close to her mother. Marie's absence was still new enough that at times Claire would forget herself and call out for her from another room or would anticipate showing her new invention like the one she had made now, only to realize that she could not of all the storm born Children, Louise, the eldest, Clara, the middle and fritz. They're energetic. Younger brother. Clara had been the one to truly follow in their mother's footsteps. Marie has been an accomplished inventor, a tinkerer, as their family lovingly called it, and while Louise had inherited their mother's grace and poise and fits her love of laughter.
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Narrator, Animated, Articulate, Calm, Calming, Caring, North American (General)