Children's Fiction-Humerous, Engaging, Storyteller, First Person
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Child (5-12)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) US African AmericanTranscript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I went to jimmy for girls for the afternoon. I came home at 4:00, I felt my mother standing over the dinner table mumbling fudge was on the floor playing with my father's socks. I'm not sure why he likes socks so much, but if you give him a few pairs he'll play quietly for an hour. I said, hi mom, I'm home. I'm missing two flowers. My mom said, I don't know how she noticed that two flowers were missing from her silver bowl because there were at least a dozen of them left. But sure enough, when I checked I saw two stems with nothing on them. Don't look at me, Mom, I said, what would I do with two measly flowers? So we both looked at fudge. Did you take mommy's pretty flowers? My mother asked him no tape ford said he was chewing on something. What's in your mouth? My mother asked him fudge. Didn't answer. Show mommy, no show ford said, oh yes. My mother picked him up and forced his mouth open. She fished out a rose petal. What did you do with mommy's flowers? She raised her voice. She was really getting upset. Fudge laughed. Tell mommy yum. Food said yummy yummy yummy. Oh no! My mother cried, rushing to the telephone. She called Dr. Cohn, she told him that Fudge 8 to flowers. Dr Cohn must have asked what kind because my mother said roses I think, but I can't be sure one might have been a daisy. There was a long pause while my mother listened to whatever. Dr Cohen had to say. Then mom said, thank you, Dr Cohn? She hung up. No more flowers. She told fudge, you understand. No more, fudge repeated. No more. No more. No more. My mother gave him a spoonful of peppermint flavored medicine, the kind I take when I have stomach pains. Then she carried fudge off to have his bath, leave it to my brother to eat flowers. I wonder how they taste it. Maybe they're delicious and I don't know it because I've never tasted one. I thought I decided to find out. I picked off one pedal for my pink rose. I put it in my mouth and tried to chew it up, but I couldn't do it. It tasted awful. I spit it out in the garbage. Well, at least now I knew I wasn't missing anything great fudge, ate his supper in the kitchen before our company arrived. While he was eating. I heard my mother remind him fudge is going to be a good boy tonight. Very good for daddy's friends. Good foot, said good boy, that's right. My mother told him I changed and scrubbed up while fudge finished his supper. I was going to eat with the company Being nine. Has its advantages