Children’s Audiobook Narration Multiple Characters-The Pout Pout Fish
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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The pout pout fish by Deborah Diesen. Pictures by Dan Hannah deep in the water where the fish hang out lives. A glum, gloomy swimmer with an ever presents pout. I'm a pout pout fish with a pow pow face. So I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blob blob along comes a clam with a wide winning grin and a pearl of advice for her pal to take in. Hey mister fish with your cross town frown. Don't you think it's time to turn it upside down? Says the fish to his friend. Nice thought, Miss clam. I hear what you're saying, but it's just the way I am. I'm a pout pout fish with a pow pow face. So I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blob blob blob along comes a jellyfish. He floats through the ocean, his tentacles all trailing in a gentle locomotion. Hey, Mr Fish with your daily scaly scowl. I wish you wouldn't greet us with a grimace and a growl. Says the fish to his friend, Mr Jelly. I agree. I'd like to be more friendly but it isn't up to me. I'm a P pod fish with A P POed face. So I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blob. Blob blob along comes a squid. Quite a slender squiggly sight. She is squirmy. She is squelchy. She is slightly impolite. Hey, Mr Fish. Your kaleidoscope. A mope. How about a smile? A little joy. A little hope says the fish to his friend, Mrs Squid. I would try but I haven't any choice. Take a look and you'll see why I'm a pout pout fish with a pout pout face. So I spread the dreary wearies all over the place blab along comes an octopus with eight great arms covered on the underside with tiny sucker charms. Hey Mr Fish, let me tell it to you straight. Your huy. Booky silk is an unattractive trait. Says the fish to his friend, Mister Aid Maham with a mouth like mine. I am destined to be glum. I'm a pout pout fish with a pout pout face. So I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blood, blood, blood. Now along comes a fish and a silent silver shimmer. The gang has never seen before this bright and brilliant swimmer. She approaches Mr fish, but instead of saying, hey, she plans a kiss upon his pouch and then she swims away. Mr Fish is most astonished. Mr fish is just aghast. He is stone faced like a statue. Then he blinks and speaks at last. My friends says Mr Fish, I should have known it alone. I thought that I was pouty but it turns out I was wrong. I'm a kiss, kiss fish with a kiss, kiss face for spreading cherry cherries all over the place. So I'll smooch, smooch, smooch, smooch, smooch. Sometimes a kiss is all it takes to turn things around.