Kids Audiobook _Fantasy

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Description

This narration for kids audiobooks in the fantasy genre has the voice of a young, middle aged and old woman in the story which has variations from the narrator.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Once upon a time, there lived an ill tempered with the woman with two daughters. The younger daughter, Rose by name, was the previous kindness girl you could hope to meet. And it's different from her sister. Breazeal, as they is from nine truth hotel gristle was the image off her disagreeable mother, and the two got along very well. Together. They created Rose worse than a servant, making her wash the floors, peeled the potatoes and walk half a mile to the village day for water. Rose accepted her last tweet of fears or solids, and on summer days she would sing to herself as she trudged down, tow the well, carrying the heavy picture one morning when she reached the well on Old Country woman with a bundle of sticks under her arm and a shoal around her thin shoulders as Rose to give her a drink. Off course. I will, said Rose. Just let me draw some fresh water and you may have a slum a drink as you want. The old woman was really a very She had heard about roses sweet nature, but she wanted to test the girl for herself after she had drunk the water and rose had us. If there was anything further she could do, the ferry said. You are a dear child, polite and gentle. I am going to give you a present. Lowry's and tools will fall from your lips whenever you speak. Then she vanished, Rose speak up her picture and hurried back to the cottage. But the meeting with the ferry had made her later than usual, and her mother was waiting for her. Lazy, good for nothing. She screamed. Where have you been all this time? I'll teach you. I am sorry, said Rose, and then stopped to stare in amazement at the tree flowers and the tree Rubies that had dropped from her lips.