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Chunky, the Happy Hippo by Richard Barnum Chunky Has a Laugh Kids Free Audiobooks
Chunky, the Happy Hippo
by Richard Barnum
chapter 1 of chunky the happy hippo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this is a recording by blake glover in sydney australia chunky the happy hippo by richard barnum chunky has a laugh once upon a time some years ago but not so long that you could not easily remember if you tried they lived in a muddy river of a far off country called africa a great big animal baby named chunky he was not a fish though he could stay underwater not breathing at all for maybe 10 minutes and that is why he swam in the muddy river so much he did not mind the mud in the river he rather liked it for when he sank away down under the dark brown water no one could see him and chunky did not want any of the lions all the tigers or perhaps the black african hunters to see him for they might have hurt him but for all that chunky was a happy jolly little animal baby and would soon grow up to be a big animal boy for he ate pecs and pecks of the rich green grass that grew on the bottom of the banks of the african river now i suppose you are wondering what sort of animal baby chunky was in the first place he was quite large as large as the largest fat pig on your grandfather's farm and chunky rarely looked a little like a pig except that his nose was broad and square instead of pointed chunky was a hippopotamus as perhaps you have guessed but as hippopotamus is quite a long and hard word for little boys and girls to remember i will first tell you what it means and then i will make it short for you so you will have no hard work at all to remember it or say it hippopotamus means river horse and a great many years ago when people first saw the queer animals swimming in the african rivers they thought they were horses that liked to be in the water instead of on land so that is how the hippopotamus got its name of riverhorse but we'll call them hippos for short and it will do just as well chunky was called the happy hippo and he was very happy in fact when he opened his big mouth to swallow grass and river weeds you might have thought he was laughing chunky lived with mr and mrs hippo who were his father and mother in a sort of big nest among the reeds and bushes on the bank of the river near them were other hippos some large and some small but chunky liked best to be with his own folks besides his father and mother there was mumpy his sister and bumpy his brother funny names aren't they and i'll tell you how the little hippos happened to get them one day when chunky didn't have any name nor his brother or his sister either a great big fat hippo mother came over to see mrs hippo the visitor whose name was mrs dippo as we might say because she liked to dip herself under the water so much this mrs depos said talking hippopotamus talk of course my what nice children you have mrs hippo yes they are rather nice said mrs hippo as she looked at the three of them asleep in the soft warm mud near the edge of the river you may think it queer for the little hippo babies to sleep in the mud but they liked it the more mud they had on them the better it kept off the mosquitoes and other biting bugs have you named them yet asked mrs dippo not yet answered mrs hippo i've been waiting until i could think of good names well i'd call that one chunky said mrs dippo pointing with her left ear to the largest of the three little hippos mrs dippo had to point with her ear for she was too heavy to raise one foot to point and stand on three she had only her ears to point with i'd call him chunky said mrs depot why asked mrs hippo oh because he's so jolly looking just like a great big fat chunk of warm mud answered mrs dippo call him chunky i will said mrs hippo and that is how chunky got his name now for your other two children went on mrs...

Chunky, the Happy Hippo by Richard Barnum Chunky Has a Laugh Kids Free Audiobooks
Chunky, the Happy Hippo
by Richard Barnum
chapter 1 of chunky the happy hippo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this is a recording by blake glover in sydney australia chunky the happy hippo by richard barnum chunky has a laugh once upon a time some years ago but not so long that you could not easily remember if you tried they lived in a muddy river of a far off country called africa a great big animal baby named chunky he was not a fish though he could stay underwater not breathing at all for maybe 10 minutes and that is why he swam in the muddy river so much he did not mind the mud in the river he rather liked it for when he sank away down under the dark brown water no one could see him and chunky did not want any of the lions all the tigers or perhaps the black african hunters to see him for they might have hurt him but for all that chunky was a happy jolly little animal baby and would soon grow up to be a big animal boy for he ate pecs and pecks of the rich green grass that grew on the bottom of the banks of the african river now i suppose you are wondering what sort of animal baby chunky was in the first place he was quite large as large as the largest fat pig on your grandfather's farm and chunky rarely looked a little like a pig except that his nose was broad and square instead of pointed chunky was a hippopotamus as perhaps you have guessed but as hippopotamus is quite a long and hard word for little boys and girls to remember i will first tell you what it means and then i will make it short for you so you will have no hard work at all to remember it or say it hippopotamus means river horse and a great many years ago when people first saw the queer animals swimming in the african rivers they thought they were horses that liked to be in the water instead of on land so that is how the hippopotamus got its name of riverhorse but we'll call them hippos for short and it will do just as well chunky was called the happy hippo and he was very happy in fact when he opened his big mouth to swallow grass and river weeds you might have thought he was laughing chunky lived with mr and mrs hippo who were his father and mother in a sort of big nest among the reeds and bushes on the bank of the river near them were other hippos some large and some small but chunky liked best to be with his own folks besides his father and mother there was mumpy his sister and bumpy his brother funny names aren't they and i'll tell you how the little hippos happened to get them one day when chunky didn't have any name nor his brother or his sister either a great big fat hippo mother came over to see mrs hippo the visitor whose name was mrs dippo as we might say because she liked to dip herself under the water so much this mrs depos said talking hippopotamus talk of course my what nice children you have mrs hippo yes they are rather nice said mrs hippo as she looked at the three of them asleep in the soft warm mud near the edge of the river you may think it queer for the little hippo babies to sleep in the mud but they liked it the more mud they had on them the better it kept off the mosquitoes and other biting bugs have you named them yet asked mrs dippo not yet answered mrs hippo i've been waiting until i could think of good names well i'd call that one chunky said mrs dippo pointing with her left ear to the largest of the three little hippos mrs dippo had to point with her ear for she was too heavy to raise one foot to point and stand on three she had only her ears to point with i'd call him chunky said mrs depot why asked mrs hippo oh because he's so jolly looking just like a great big fat chunk of warm mud answered mrs dippo call him chunky i will said mrs hippo and that is how chunky got his name now for your other two children went on mrs...

Vapor Punk Bedtime Story Busy Ants Underground Free Audiobook Toddlers and Young Children.

hey everybody welcome to vapor punk's bedtime stories i've got a story called underground

one day ladybird and teddy were lying on the grass

ladybird said gosh what a racket the ants are making teddy said what ants ladybird said why the ants under the ground well how do you know there are ants under the ground said teddy

but i can hear them said ladybird oh said teddy why can't i oh said ladybird well what you have to do is turn your head around and put your ear flat against the ground and keep very very still and very very quiet and then you just have to listen

so teddy bear turned his head around and put his ear flat on the ground

and he listened

he could hear the ants building walls

he could hear the ants banging in nails

why i can hear them ladybird building their houses but i can hear another noise said teddy it goes like this

whatever is that noise haha wow said ladybird that my friend is the sound of the worms making the mud perfect to grow new plants oh said teddy it's very noisy down there yes said ladybird there's lots and lots and lots of things going on even when we can't hear them

did you like that story children come back tomorrow for another bedtime story from vapour punk and sometimes even cuddles will tell one too

night night

you

Vapor Punk Bedtime Story Busy Ants Underground Free Audiobook Toddlers and Young Children.

hey everybody welcome to vapor punk's bedtime stories i've got a story called underground

one day ladybird and teddy were lying on the grass

ladybird said gosh what a racket the ants are making teddy said what ants ladybird said why the ants under the ground well how do you know there are ants under the ground said teddy

but i can hear them said ladybird oh said teddy why can't i oh said ladybird well what you have to do is turn your head around and put your ear flat against the ground and keep very very still and very very quiet and then you just have to listen

so teddy bear turned his head around and put his ear flat on the ground

and he listened

he could hear the ants building walls

he could hear the ants banging in nails

why i can hear them ladybird building their houses but i can hear another noise said teddy it goes like this

whatever is that noise haha wow said ladybird that my friend is the sound of the worms making the mud perfect to grow new plants oh said teddy it's very noisy down there yes said ladybird there's lots and lots and lots of things going on even when we can't hear them

did you like that story children come back tomorrow for another bedtime story from vapour punk and sometimes even cuddles will tell one too

night night

you

Minuet 2 Suzuki Cello School Book 1 Presented and Performed by Vapour Punk Free Lesson.
hi tail tellers i'm vapor punk and i love my cello

i'm going to play the minuet number two by j s bach from suzuki book one

watch out for those staccatos

i love staccatos and look out for the dynamics where you get quieter and louder i love dynamics

vapour punk loves everything so

vapour punk loves jello

Minuet 2 Suzuki Cello School Book 1 Presented and Performed by Vapour Punk Free Lesson.
hi tail tellers i'm vapor punk and i love my cello

i'm going to play the minuet number two by j s bach from suzuki book one

watch out for those staccatos

i love staccatos and look out for the dynamics where you get quieter and louder i love dynamics

vapour punk loves everything so

vapour punk loves jello

The Portrait of Mr. W. H. by Oscar Wilde Chapter 5 V free audiobook Tale Teller Club Library.
chapter 5 of the portrait of mr wh by oscar wilde this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 5. a young elizabethan who was enamored of a girl so white that he named her alba has left on record the impression produced on him by one of the first performances of love's labour's lost admirable though the actors were and they played in cunning wise he tells us especially those who took the lovers parts he was conscious that everything was feigned that nothing came from the heart that though they appeared to grieve they felt no care and were merely presenting a show in jest yet suddenly this fanciful comedy of unreal romance became to him as he sat in the audience the real tragedy of his life the moods of his own soul seemed to have taken shape and substance and to be moving before him his grief had a mask that smiled and his sorrow wore gay raymond behind the bright and quickly changing pageant of the stage he saw himself as one sees one's image in a fantastic glass the very words that came to the actor's lips were wrung out of his pain their false tears were of his shedding there are a few of us who have not felt something akin to this we become lovers when we see romeo and juliet and hamlet makes us students the blood of duncan is upon our hands with team on we rage against the world and when leah wanders out upon the heath the terror of madness touches us ours is the white sinlessness of desdemona and ours also the sin of iago art even the art of fullest scope and widest vision can never really show us the external world all that it shows us is our own soul the one world of which we have any real cognizance and the soul itself the soul of each one of us is to each one of us a mystery it hides in the dark and broods and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings consciousness indeed is quite inadequate to explain the contents of personality it is art and art only that reveals us to ourselves we sit at the play with the woman we love or listen to the music in some oxford garden or stroll with our friend through the cool galleries of the pope's house at rome and suddenly we become aware that we have passions of which we have never dreamed thoughts that make us afraid pleasures whose secret has been denied to us sorrows that have been hidden from our tears the actor is unconscious of our presence the musician is thinking of the subtlety of the fugue of the tone of his instrument the marble gods that smile so curiously at us are made of insensate stone but they have given form and substance to what was within us they have enabled us to realize our personality and a sense of perilous joy or some touch or thrill of pain or that strange self-pity that man so often feels for himself comes over us and leaves us different some such impression the sonnets of shakespeare had certainly produced on me as from opal dawns to sunsets of withered rose i read and re-read them in garden or chamber it seemed to me that i was deciphering the story of a life that had once been mine unrolling the record of a romance that without my knowing it had colored the very texture of my nature had dyed it with strange and subtle dyes art as so often happens had taken the place of personal experience i felt as if i'd been initiated into the secret of that passionate friendship that love of beauty and beauty of love of which marcelio facino tells us and of which the sights in their noblest and purest significance may be held to be the perfect expression yes i had lived at all i had stood in the round theater with its open roof and fluttering banners had seen the stage draped with black for a tragedy or set with gay garlands for some brighter show the young gallants came out with their pages and took their seats in front of the tawny curtain that hung from the satire carved pillars of the inner scene they were insolent and debonair in their...

The Portrait of Mr. W. H. by Oscar Wilde Chapter 5 V free audiobook Tale Teller Club Library.
chapter 5 of the portrait of mr wh by oscar wilde this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter 5. a young elizabethan who was enamored of a girl so white that he named her alba has left on record the impression produced on him by one of the first performances of love's labour's lost admirable though the actors were and they played in cunning wise he tells us especially those who took the lovers parts he was conscious that everything was feigned that nothing came from the heart that though they appeared to grieve they felt no care and were merely presenting a show in jest yet suddenly this fanciful comedy of unreal romance became to him as he sat in the audience the real tragedy of his life the moods of his own soul seemed to have taken shape and substance and to be moving before him his grief had a mask that smiled and his sorrow wore gay raymond behind the bright and quickly changing pageant of the stage he saw himself as one sees one's image in a fantastic glass the very words that came to the actor's lips were wrung out of his pain their false tears were of his shedding there are a few of us who have not felt something akin to this we become lovers when we see romeo and juliet and hamlet makes us students the blood of duncan is upon our hands with team on we rage against the world and when leah wanders out upon the heath the terror of madness touches us ours is the white sinlessness of desdemona and ours also the sin of iago art even the art of fullest scope and widest vision can never really show us the external world all that it shows us is our own soul the one world of which we have any real cognizance and the soul itself the soul of each one of us is to each one of us a mystery it hides in the dark and broods and consciousness cannot tell us of its workings consciousness indeed is quite inadequate to explain the contents of personality it is art and art only that reveals us to ourselves we sit at the play with the woman we love or listen to the music in some oxford garden or stroll with our friend through the cool galleries of the pope's house at rome and suddenly we become aware that we have passions of which we have never dreamed thoughts that make us afraid pleasures whose secret has been denied to us sorrows that have been hidden from our tears the actor is unconscious of our presence the musician is thinking of the subtlety of the fugue of the tone of his instrument the marble gods that smile so curiously at us are made of insensate stone but they have given form and substance to what was within us they have enabled us to realize our personality and a sense of perilous joy or some touch or thrill of pain or that strange self-pity that man so often feels for himself comes over us and leaves us different some such impression the sonnets of shakespeare had certainly produced on me as from opal dawns to sunsets of withered rose i read and re-read them in garden or chamber it seemed to me that i was deciphering the story of a life that had once been mine unrolling the record of a romance that without my knowing it had colored the very texture of my nature had dyed it with strange and subtle dyes art as so often happens had taken the place of personal experience i felt as if i'd been initiated into the secret of that passionate friendship that love of beauty and beauty of love of which marcelio facino tells us and of which the sights in their noblest and purest significance may be held to be the perfect expression yes i had lived at all i had stood in the round theater with its open roof and fluttering banners had seen the stage draped with black for a tragedy or set with gay garlands for some brighter show the young gallants came out with their pages and took their seats in front of the tawny curtain that hung from the satire carved pillars of the inner scene they were insolent and debonair in their...

The Portrait of Mr. W. H. by Oscar Wilde Chapter 4 lV free audiobook Tale Teller Club Library.
chapter four of the portrait of mr wh by oscar wilde this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter four it was not for some weeks after i had begun my study of the subject that i ventured to approach the curious group of sonnets 127 to 152 that deal with a dark woman who like a shadow or thing of evil omen came across shakespeare's great romance and for a season stood between him and willie hughes they were obviously printed out of their proper place and should have been inserted between sonnets 33 and 40. psychological and artistic reasons necessitated this change a change which i hope will be adopted by all future editors as without it an entirely false impression is conveyed of the nature and final issue of this noble friendship who was she this black brown olive skinned woman with her amorous mouth that love's own hand did make her cruel eye and her foul pride her strange skill on the virginals and her false fascinating nature an overcurious scholar of our day had seen in her a symbol of the catholic church of that bride of christ who is black but comely professor minto following in the footsteps of henry brown had regarded the whole group of sonnets as simply exercises of skill undertaken in a spirit of wanton defiance and derision of the commonplace mr gerald massey without any historical proof or probability had insisted that they were addressed to the celebrated lady rich the stella of sir philip sydney's sonnets the fillo clayer of his arcadia and that they contained no personal revelation of shakespeare's life and love having been written in lord pembroke's name and at his request mr tyler had suggested that they referred to one of queen elizabeth's maids of honor by name mary fitton but none of these explanations satisfied the conditions of the problem the woman that came between shakespeare and willie hughes was a real woman black-haired and married and of evil repute lady rich's fame was evil enough it is true but her hair was of fine threads of finest gold in curled knots man's thought to hold and her shoulders like white doves perching she was as king james said to her lover lord mountjoy a fair woman with a black soul as for mary fitton we know that she was unmarried in 1601 the time when her amore with lord pembroke was discovered and besides any theory that connected lord pembroke with the sonnets were as cyril graham had shown put entirely out of court by the fact that lord pembroke did not come to london until they've been actually written and read by shakespeare to his friends it was not however her name that interested me i was content to hold with professor dowden that to the eyes of no diver among the wrecks of time will that curious talisman gleam what i wanted to discover was the nature of her influence over shakespeare as well as the characteristics of her personality two things were certain she was much older than the poet and the fascination that she exercised over him was at first purely intellectual he began by feeling no physical passion for her i do not love thee with mine eyes he says nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tuned delighted nor tender feeling to base touches prone nor taste nor smell desire to be invited to any sensual feast with thee alone he did not even think her beautiful my mistress eyes are nothing like the sun coral is far more red than her lips red if snow be white why then her breasts are done if hairs be wires black wires grow on her head he has his moments of loathing for her for not content with enslaving the soul of shakespeare she seems to have sought to snare the senses of willy hughes then shakespeare cries aloud two loves i have of comfort and despair which like two spirits do suggest me still the better angel is a man right there the worser spirit a woman coloured ill to win me soon to hell my female evil tempteth my better angel from my side and would...

The Portrait of Mr. W. H. by Oscar Wilde Chapter 4 lV free audiobook Tale Teller Club Library.
chapter four of the portrait of mr wh by oscar wilde this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter four it was not for some weeks after i had begun my study of the subject that i ventured to approach the curious group of sonnets 127 to 152 that deal with a dark woman who like a shadow or thing of evil omen came across shakespeare's great romance and for a season stood between him and willie hughes they were obviously printed out of their proper place and should have been inserted between sonnets 33 and 40. psychological and artistic reasons necessitated this change a change which i hope will be adopted by all future editors as without it an entirely false impression is conveyed of the nature and final issue of this noble friendship who was she this black brown olive skinned woman with her amorous mouth that love's own hand did make her cruel eye and her foul pride her strange skill on the virginals and her false fascinating nature an overcurious scholar of our day had seen in her a symbol of the catholic church of that bride of christ who is black but comely professor minto following in the footsteps of henry brown had regarded the whole group of sonnets as simply exercises of skill undertaken in a spirit of wanton defiance and derision of the commonplace mr gerald massey without any historical proof or probability had insisted that they were addressed to the celebrated lady rich the stella of sir philip sydney's sonnets the fillo clayer of his arcadia and that they contained no personal revelation of shakespeare's life and love having been written in lord pembroke's name and at his request mr tyler had suggested that they referred to one of queen elizabeth's maids of honor by name mary fitton but none of these explanations satisfied the conditions of the problem the woman that came between shakespeare and willie hughes was a real woman black-haired and married and of evil repute lady rich's fame was evil enough it is true but her hair was of fine threads of finest gold in curled knots man's thought to hold and her shoulders like white doves perching she was as king james said to her lover lord mountjoy a fair woman with a black soul as for mary fitton we know that she was unmarried in 1601 the time when her amore with lord pembroke was discovered and besides any theory that connected lord pembroke with the sonnets were as cyril graham had shown put entirely out of court by the fact that lord pembroke did not come to london until they've been actually written and read by shakespeare to his friends it was not however her name that interested me i was content to hold with professor dowden that to the eyes of no diver among the wrecks of time will that curious talisman gleam what i wanted to discover was the nature of her influence over shakespeare as well as the characteristics of her personality two things were certain she was much older than the poet and the fascination that she exercised over him was at first purely intellectual he began by feeling no physical passion for her i do not love thee with mine eyes he says nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tuned delighted nor tender feeling to base touches prone nor taste nor smell desire to be invited to any sensual feast with thee alone he did not even think her beautiful my mistress eyes are nothing like the sun coral is far more red than her lips red if snow be white why then her breasts are done if hairs be wires black wires grow on her head he has his moments of loathing for her for not content with enslaving the soul of shakespeare she seems to have sought to snare the senses of willy hughes then shakespeare cries aloud two loves i have of comfort and despair which like two spirits do suggest me still the better angel is a man right there the worser spirit a woman coloured ill to win me soon to hell my female evil tempteth my better angel from my side and would...