The Jungle Book - Chapter Two - Part One

This reading is the first part of Chapter Two of The Jungle Book. In it, Mowgli is taken and it's up to his friends and teachers, with unlikely allies, to rescue him. The next upload will conclude this chapter.

Transcript

Good evening.

My name is Bill Larson.

And tonight I'm going to be continuing the story of The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling.

Hunting Song of the Siyunee Pack.

As the dawn was breaking,

The somber belled once,

Twice,

And again.

And a doe leapt up,

And a doe leapt up from the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup.

This sigh,

Scouting alone,

Beheld once,

Twice,

And again.

As the dawn was breaking,

The somber belled once,

Twice,

And again.

And a wolf stole back,

And a wolf stole back to carry the word to the waiting pack.

And we sought,

And we found,

And we bade on his track,

Once,

Twice,

And again.

As the dawn was breaking,

The wolf pack yelled once,

Twice,

And again.

Feet in the jungle that leave no mark.

Eyes that can see in the dark,

The dark.

Tongue,

Give tongue to it.

Hark,

Oh,

Hark.

Once,

Twice,

And again.

Cause Hunting.

His spots are the joy of the leopard.

His horns are the buffalo's pride.

Be clean,

For the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide.

If ye find that the bullock can toss you,

Or the heavy-browed sambour can gore,

Ye need not stop work to inform us.

We knew it ten seasons before.

Oppress not the cubs of the stranger,

But hail them as sister and brother.

For though they are little and fubsy,

It may be the bear is their mother.

There is none like to me,

Says the cub in the pride of his earliest kill.

But the jungle is large,

And the cub,

He is small.

Let him think and be still.

Maxims of Baloo.

All that is told here happened some time before Mowgli was turned out of the Sionee wolf pack.

It was in the days when Baloo was teaching him the law of the jungle.

The big,

Serious old brown bear was delighted to have so quick a pupil,

For the young wolves will only learn as much of the law of the jungle as applies to their own pack and tribe,

And run away as soon as they can repeat the hunting verse.

Feet that make no noise.

Eyes that can see in the dark.

Ears that can hear the winds in their lairs.

And sharp white teeth.

All these things are the marks of our brothers,

Except Tabaki and the Hyena,

Whom we hate.

But Mowgli,

As a man cub,

Had to learn a great deal more than this.

Perhaps Bagheera,

The black panther,

Would come lounging through the jungle to see how his pet was getting on,

And would purr with his head against a tree,

While Mowgli recited the day's lessons to Baloo.

The boy could climb almost as well as he could swim,

And swim almost as well as he could run.

So Baloo,

The teacher of the law,

Taught him the wood and water laws.

How to tell a rotten branch from a sound one.

How to speak politely to the wild bees when he came upon a hive of them fifty feet above ground.

And to say to Mang,

The bat,

When he disturbed him in the branches at midday.

And how to warn the water snakes in the pools before he splashed down among them.

None of the jungle people like being disturbed,

And all are very ready to fly at an intruder.

Then too Mowgli was taught the stranger's hunting call,

Which must be repeated aloud till it is answered,

Whenever one of the jungle people hunts outside his own grounds.

It means translated,

Give me leave to hunt here because I am hungry.

And the answer is,

Hunt then for food,

But not for pleasure.

All this will show you how much Mowgli had to learn by heart,

And he grew very tired of repeating the same thing a hundred times.

But,

As Baloo said to Begira one day,

When Mowgli had been cuffed and had run off in a temper,

A man's cub is a man's cub,

And he must learn all the law of the jungle.

But think how small he is,

Said the Black Panther,

Who would have spoiled Mowgli if he had his own way.

How can his little head carry all thy long talk?

Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed?

No.

That is why I teach him these things,

And that is why I hit him very softly when he forgets.

Softly?

What dost thou know of softness,

Old iron feet?

Begira grunted.

His face is all bruised today by thy softness.

Better he should be bruised from head to toe by me who love him than he should come to harm through ignorance,

Baloo answered very earnestly.

I am now teaching him the master words of the jungle that shall protect him with the birds and the snake people,

And all that hunt on four feet,

Except his own pack.

He can now claim protection if he will only remember the words from all in the jungle.

Is not that worth a little beating?

Well,

Look to it then that thou dost not kill the man cub.

He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon.

But what are those master words?

I am more likely to give help than to ask it.

Begira stretched out one paw and admired the steel blue ripping chisel talons at the end of it.

Still,

I should like to know.

I will call Mowgli,

And he shall say them,

If he will.

Come little brother.

My head is ringing like a bee tree,

Said a sullen voice over their heads,

And Mowgli slid down a tree trunk,

Very angry and indignant,

Adding as he reached the ground,

I come for Begira and not for thee,

Faddled Baloo.

That is all one to me,

Said Baloo,

Though he was hurt and grieved.

Tell Begira then the master words of the jungle that I have taught thee this day.

Master words for which people,

Said Mowgli,

Delighted to show off.

The jungle has many tongues.

I know them all.

A little thou knowest,

But not much.

See old Begira?

They never thank their teacher.

Not one small wolfling has come back to thank old Baloo for his teachings.

Say the word for the hunting people then,

Great scholar.

We be of one blood,

Ye and I,

Said Mowgli,

Giving the words the bear accent,

Which all the hunting people of the jungle use.

Good.

Now for the birds.

Mowgli repeated,

With the kite's whistle at the end of the sentence.

Now for the snake people,

Said Begira.

The answer was a perfectly indescribable hiss,

And Mowgli kicked up his feet behind,

Clapped his hands together to applaud himself,

And jumped on Begira's back,

Where he sat sideways,

Crumming with his heels on the glossy skin,

And making the worst faces that he could think of at Baloo.

There,

There.

That was worth a little bruise,

Said the brown bear tenderly.

Someday thou wilt remember me.

Then he turned aside to tell Begira how he had begged the master words from Hathi,

The wild elephant,

Who knows all about these things,

And how Hathi had taken Mowgli down to a pool to get the snake word from a water snake,

Because Baloo could not pronounce it,

And how Mowgli was now reasonably safe against all accidents in the jungle,

Because neither snake,

Bird,

Nor beast would hurt him.

No one then is to be feared,

Baloo wound up,

Patting his big furry stomach with pride.

Accept his own tribe,

Said Begira under his breath,

And then allowed to Mowgli.

Have a care for my ribs,

Little brother.

What is all this dancing up and down?

Mowgli had been trying to make himself heard by pulling at Begira's shoulder fur and kicking hard.

When the two listened to him,

He was shouting at the top of his voice,

And so I shall have a tribe of my own,

And lead them through the branches all day long.

What is this new folly,

Little dreamer of dreams,

Said Begira.

Yes,

And throw branches and dirt at old Baloo,

Mowgli went on.

They have promised me this.

Woof!

Baloo's big paws scooped Mowgli off Begira's back,

And as the boy lay between the big four paws he could see the bear was angry.

Mowgli,

Said Baloo,

Thou hast been talking with the bander log,

The monkey people.

Mowgli looked at Begira to see if the panther was angry too,

And Begira's eyes were as hard as jade stones.

Thou hast been with the monkey people,

The gray apes,

The people without a law,

The eaters of everything,

That is great shame.

When Baloo heard my head,

Said Mowgli,

He was still down on his back.

I went away,

And the gray apes came down from the trees and had pity on me.

No one else cared.

He snuffled a little.

The pity of the monkey people,

Baloo snorted.

The stillness of the mountain stream,

The cool of the summer sun,

And then,

Man cub,

And then they gave me nuts and pleasant things to eat,

And they carried me in their arms up to the top of the trees and said I was their blood brother,

Except that I had no tail and should be their leader some day.

They have no leader,

Said Begira.

They lie.

They have always lied.

They were very kind and bade me come again.

Why have I never been taken among the monkey people?

They stand on their feet as I do.

They do not hit me with hard paws.

They play all day.

Let me get up.

Bad Baloo,

Let me up.

I will go play with them again.

Listen,

Man cub,

Said the bear,

And his voice rumbled like thunder on a hot night.

I have taught thee all the law of the jungle for all the peoples of the jungle,

Except the monkey folk who live in the trees.

They have no law.

They are outcasts.

They have no speech of their own,

But use the stolen words which they overhear when they listen and peep and wait up above in the branches.

Their way is not our way.

They are without leaders.

They have no remembrance.

They boast and chatter and pretend they are a great people about to do great affairs in the jungle.

But the falling of a nut turns their minds to laughter,

And all is forgotten.

We of the jungle have no dealings with them.

We do not drink where the monkeys drink.

We do not go where the monkeys go.

We do not hunt where they hunt.

We do not die where they die.

Hast thou ever heard me speak of the bander log till today?

No,

Said Mowgli in a whisper,

For the forest was very still now that Baloo had finished.

The jungle people put them out of their mouths and out of their minds.

There are very many evil,

Dirty,

Shameless,

And they desire,

If they have any fixed desire,

To be noticed by the jungle people.

But we do not notice them,

Even when they throw nuts and filth on our heads.

He had hardly spoken when a shower of nuts and twigs spattered down through the branches,

And they could hear coffings and howlings and angry jumpings high up in the air among the thin branches.

The monkey people are forbidden,

Said Baloo,

Forbidden to the jungle people.

Remember.

Forbidden,

Said Bagheera.

But I still think Baloo should have warned thee against them.

I,

I,

How was I to guess he would play with such dirt?

The monkey people.

Ha!

A fresh shower came down on their heads,

And the two trotted away,

Taking Mowgli with them.

What Baloo had said about the monkeys was perfectly true.

They belonged to the treetops,

And as beasts very seldom look up,

There was no occasion for the monkeys and the jungle people to cross one another's path.

But whenever they found a sick wolf,

Or a wounded tiger or bear,

The monkeys would torment him,

And would throw sticks and nuts at any beast for fun,

And in the hope of being noticed.

Then they would howl and shriek senseless songs,

And invite the jungle people to climb up their trees and fight them,

Or would start furious battles over nothing among themselves,

And leave the dead monkeys where the jungle people could see them.

They were always just going to have a leader and laws and customs of their own.

But they never did,

Because their memories would not hold over from day to day.

And so they settled things by making up a saying,

What the bander log think now,

The people will think later.

And that comforted them a great deal.

None of the beasts could reach them,

But on the other hand,

None of the beasts would notice them,

And that was why they were so pleased when Mowgli came to play with them,

And when they heard how angry Baloo was.

They never meant to do any more.

The bander log never mean anything at all,

But one of them invented what seemed to him a brilliant idea,

And he told all the others that Mowgli would be a useful person to keep in the tribe,

Because he could weave sticks together for protection from the wind.

So if they caught him,

They could make him teach them.

Of course,

Mowgli,

As a woodcutter's child,

Inherited all sorts of instincts,

And used to make little play huts of fallen branches without thinking how he came to do it.

The monkey people,

Watching in the trees,

Considered these huts most wonderful.

This time,

They said,

They were really going to have a leader and become the wisest people in the jungle,

So wise that everyone else would notice and envy them.

Therefore,

They followed Baloo and Bagheera and Mowgli through the jungle,

Very quietly,

Till it was time for the midday nap.

And Mowgli,

Who was very much ashamed of himself,

Slept between the panther and the bear,

Resolving to have no more to do with the monkey people.

The next thing he remembered was feeling hands on his legs and arms,

Hard,

Strong hands,

And then a swash of branches in his face.

And then he was staring down through the swaying boughs as Baloo woke the jungle with his deep cries and Bagheera bounded up the trunk with every tooth bared.

The bander log howled with triumph and scuffled away to the upper branches where Bagheera dared not follow,

Shouting,

He has noticed us.

Bagheera has noticed us.

All the jungle people admire us for our skill and our cunning.

Then they began their flight.

And the flight of the monkey people through tree land is one of the things nobody can describe.

They have their regular roads and crossroads,

Up hills and down hills,

All laid out from fifty to seventy or a hundred feet above ground.

And by these,

They can travel even at night if necessary.

Two of the strongest monkeys caught Mowgli under the arms and swung off with him through the treetops,

Twenty feet at a bound.

Had they been alone,

They could have gone twice as fast,

But the boy's weight held them back.

Sick and giddy as Mowgli was,

He could not help enjoying the wild rush,

Though the glimpses of earth far down below frightened him,

And the terrible check and jerk at the end of the swing over nothing but empty air brought his heart between his teeth.

His escort would rush him up a tree till he felt the weak topmost branches crackle and bend under them.

And then,

With a cough and a whoop,

Would fling themselves into the air outward and downward and bring up hanging by their hands or their feet to the lower limbs of the next tree.

Sometimes he could see for miles and miles over the still green jungle as a man on the top of a mast can see for miles across the sea.

And then the branches and leaves would lash him across the face.

And he and his two guards would be almost down to earth again.

So,

Bounding and crashing and whooping and yelling,

The whole tribe of Bandar-Log swept along the tree roads with Mowgli,

Their prisoner.

For a time he was afraid of being dropped.

Then he grew angry,

But he knew better than to struggle.

And then he began to think.

The first thing was to send back word to Belu and Bagheera,

For at the pace the monkeys were going he knew his friends would be left far behind.

It was useless to look down,

For he could only see the top sides of the branches.

So he stared upward and saw,

Far away in the blue,

Ron the kite,

Balancing and wheeling as he kept watch over the jungle,

Waiting for things to die.

Ron noticed that the monkeys were carrying something and dropped a few hundred yards to find out whether their load was good to eat.

He whistled with surprise when he saw Mowgli being dragged up to a tree top and heard him give the kite call for,

We be of one blood,

Thou and I.

The waves of the branches closed over the boy,

But Ron balanced away to the next tree in time,

To see the little brown face come up again.

Mark my trail,

Mowgli shouted.

Tell Belu of the C and E pack and Bagheera of the Council Rock.

In whose name,

Brother?

Ron had never seen Mowgli before,

Though of course he had heard of him.

Mowgli,

The frog,

Man cub they call me,

Mark my trail.

The last words were shrieked as he was being swung through the air.

But Ron nodded and rose up till he looked no bigger than a speck of dust,

And there he hung,

Watching with his telescope eyes the swaying of the tree tops as Mowgli's escort whirled along.

They never go far,

He said with a chuckle.

They never do what they set out to do.

Always pecking at new things are the bander log.

This time,

If I have any eyesight,

They have pecked down trouble for themselves,

For Belu is no fledgling,

And Bagheera can,

As I know,

Kill more than goats.

Then he rocked on his wings.

His feet gathered up under him and waited.

Meanwhile,

Belu and Bagheera were furious with rage and grief.

Bagheera climbed as he had never climbed before,

But the branches broke beneath his weight,

And he slipped down,

His claws full of bark.

Why didst thou not warn the man cub,

He roared to poor Belu,

Who had set off at a clumsy trot in the hope of overtaking the monkeys?

What was the use of half-slaying him with blows if thou didst not warn him?

Haste,

Oh,

Haste,

We may catch them yet,

Belu panted.

At that speed it would not tire a wounded cow.

Teacher of the law,

Cub-beater,

A mile of that rolling to and fro would burst thee open.

Sit still and think,

Make a plan.

This is no time for chasing.

They may drop him if we follow too close.

Arula,

Woo!

They may have dropped him already,

Being tired of carrying him.

Who can trust the bander log?

Put dead bats on my head,

Give me black bones to eat.

Roll me into the hives of the wild bees that I may be stung to death,

And bury me with the hyena.

For I am the most miserable of bears.

Arulala,

Wahoo!

Oh,

Mowgli,

Mowgli,

Why did I not warn thee against the monkey-folk instead of breaking thy head?

Now perhaps I may have knocked the day's lessons out of his mind,

And he will be alone in the jungle without the master words.

Baloo clasped his paws over his ears and rolled to and fro,

Moaning.

At least he gave me all the words correctly a little time ago,

Said Bagheera impatiently.

Baloo,

Thou hast neither memory nor respect.

What would the jungle think if I,

The black panther,

Curled myself up like Ikki,

The porcupine,

And howled?

What do I care what the jungle thinks?

He may be dead by now.

Unless and until they drop him from the branches in sport or kill him out of idleness,

I have no fear for the man-cop.

He is wise and well-taught,

And above all,

He has the eyes that make the jungle-people afraid,

But,

And it is a great evil,

He is in the power of the bander-log,

And they,

Because they live in trees,

Have no fear of any of our people.

Bagheera licked his one fore-paw thoughtfully.

Fool that I am,

Oh fat,

Brown,

Root-digging fool that I am,

Said Baloo,

Uncoiling himself with a jerk.

It is true what Hathi,

The wild elephant,

Says.

To each his own fear,

And they,

The bander-log,

Fear Ka,

The rock snake.

He can climb as well as they can.

He steals the young monkeys in the night.

The mere whisper of his name makes their wicked tails cold.

Let us go to Ka.

What will he do for us?

He is not of our tribe,

Being footless and with most evil eyes,

Said Bagheera.

He is very old and very cunning.

Of all,

He is always hungry,

Said Baloo,

Hopefully.

Promise him many goats.

He sleeps for a full month after he has once eaten.

He may be asleep now.

And even were he awake,

What if he would rather kill his own goats?

Bagheera,

Who did not know much about Ka,

Was naturally suspicious.

Even in that case,

Thou and I together,

Old hunter,

May make him see reason.

Here Baloo rubbed his faded brown shoulder against the panther,

And they went off to look for Ka,

The rock python.

They found him stretched out on a warm ledge in the afternoon sun,

Admiring his beautiful new coat,

For he had been in retirement for the last ten days,

Changing his skin,

And now he was very splendid,

Darting his big blunt-nosed head along the ground and twisting the thirty feet of his body into fantastic knots and curves,

And licking his lips as he thought of his dinner to come.

He has not eaten,

Said Baloo with a grunt of relief,

But as soon as he saw the beautifully molted brown and yellow jacket—be careful,

Bagheera,

He is always a little blind after he has changed his skin and very quick to strike.

Ka was not a poison snake.

In fact,

He rather despised the poison snakes for cowards,

But his strength lay in his hug,

And when he had once lapped his huge coils round anybody,

There was no more to be said.

Good hunting,

Cried Baloo,

Sitting up on his haunches.

Like all snakes of his breed,

Ka was rather deaf and did not hear the call at first.

Then he curled up,

Ready for any accident.

His head lowered.

Good hunting for us all,

He answered.

Oh ho,

Baloo,

What doubts thou do here?

Good hunting,

Bagheera.

One of us at least needs food.

Is there any news of Game afoot?

A doe now,

Or even a young buck?

I am as empty as a dried well.

We are hunting,

Said Baloo carelessly.

He knew that you must not hurry,

Ka.

He is too big.

Give me permission to come with you,

Said Ka.

A blow more or less is nothing to thee,

Bagheera or Baloo.

But I,

I have to wait and wait for days in a wood path and climb half a night on the mere chance of a young ape.

The branches are not what they were when I was young.

Rotten twigs and dry baws are they all.

Maybe thy great weight has something to do with the matter,

Said Baloo.

I am a fair length,

A fair length,

Said Ka with a little pride.

But for all that,

It is the fault of this new-grown timber.

I came very near to falling on my last hunt,

Very near indeed.

The noise of my slipping,

For my tail was not tight wrapped round the tree,

Waked the bander log,

And they called me most evil names.

Footless,

Yellow earthworm,

Said Bagheera under his whiskers,

As though he were trying to remember something.

Yes,

Have they ever called me that,

Said Ka.

Something of that kind it was that they shouted to us last moon.

But we never noticed them.

They will say anything,

Even that thou hast lost all thy teeth,

And dare not face any thing bigger than a kid,

Because— They are indeed shameless,

These banderlog,

Because thou art afraid of the he-goat's horns.

" Bagheera went on sweetly.

Now a snake,

Especially a wary old python like Kha,

Very seldom shows that he is angry.

But Baloo and Bagheera could see the big swallowing muscles on either side of Kha's throat ripple and bulge.

The banderlog have shifted their grounds,

He said quietly.

When I came up into the sun today,

I heard them whooping among the tree tops.

It is the banderlog that we follow now,

Said Baloo,

But the word stuck in his throat,

For this was the first time in his memory that one of the jungle people had owned to being interested in the doings of the monkeys.

Beyond doubt,

Then,

It is no small thing that takes two such hunters,

Leaders in their own jungle,

I am certain,

On the trail of the banderlog,

Kha replied courteously,

As he swelled with curiosity.

Indeed,

Baloo began,

I am no more than the old and sometimes very foolish teacher of the law to the C.

And E.

Wolf cubs,

And Bagheera here is Bagheera,

Said the black panther,

And his jaws shut with a snap,

For he did not believe in being humble.

The trouble is this,

Kha,

Those nut-stealers and pickers of palm-leaves have stolen away our man-cub,

Of whom thou hast perhaps heard.

I heard some news from Ikki,

His quills make him presumptuous,

Of a man-thing that was entered into a wolf pack,

But I did not believe.

Ikki is full of stories half heard and very badly told.

But it is true,

He is such a man-cub as never was,

Said Baloo,

The best and wisest and boldest of man-cubs,

My own pupil,

Who shall make the name of Baloo famous through all the jungles,

And besides,

I—we—love him,

Kha.

" "'Tsk,

Tsk,

Tsk,

' said Kha,

Shaking his head to and fro.

"'I also have known what love is.

' There are tales I could tell that—' "'That need a clear night when we are all well fed to praise properly,

' said Bagheera quickly.

"'Our man-cub is in the hands of the bander log now,

And we know that of all the jungle people they fear Kha alone.

' "'They fear me alone.

They have good reason,

' said Kha,

Chattering,

Foolish,

Vain.

Vain,

Foolish,

And chattering are the monkeys.

But a man-thing in their hands is in no good luck.

They grow tired of the nuts they pick and throw them down.

They carry a branch half a day,

Meaning to do great things with it,

And then they snap it in two.

That mandling is not to be envied.

They called me also Yellow-fish,

Was it not?

' "'Worm,

Worm,

Earthworm,

' said Bagheera,

As well as other things which I cannot say for shame.

We must remind them to speak well of their master.

Hush!

We must help their wandering memories.

Now,

Whither went they with thy cub?

' "'The jungle alone knows.

Toward the sunset,

I believe,

' said Baloo.

We had thought that thou wouldst know Kha.

' "'I?

How?

I take them when they come in my way,

But I do not hunt the bander log,

Or frogs,

Or green scum on a water-hole for that matter.

' "'Up,

Up!

Hello,

Hello,

Hello!

Look up,

Baloo of the C.

And E.

Wolf Pack!

' Baloo looked up to see where the voice came from,

And there was Ron the Kite,

Sweeping down with the sun shining on the upturned flanges of his wings.

It was near Ron's bedtime,

But he had ranged all over the jungle looking for the bear,

And missed him in the thick foliage.

"'What is it?

' said Baloo.

"'I have seen Mowgli among the bander log.

He bade me tell you.

I watched—the bander log have taken him beyond the river to the Monkey City,

To the cold lairs.

They may stay there for a night,

Or ten nights,

Or an hour.

I have told the bats to watch through the dark time.

That is my message.

Good hunting all you below.

' "'Full gorge and a deep sleep to you,

Ron,

' cried Bagheera.

I will remember thee in my next kill,

And put aside the head for thee alone,

O best of Kites.

' "'It is nothing.

The boy held the master word.

I could have done no less.

' And Ron circled up again to his roost.

"'He has not forgotten to use his tongue,

' said Baloo,

With a chuckle of pride.

To think of one so young remembering the master word for the birds while he was being pulled across trees.

"'It was most firmly driven into him,

' said Bagheera.

But I am proud of him,

And now we must go to the cold lairs.

' They all knew where that place was,

But few of the jungle people ever went there,

Because what they called the cold lairs was an old deserted city,

Lost and buried in the jungle,

And beasts seldom use a place that men have once used.

The wild boar will,

But the hunting tribes do not.

Besides,

The monkeys live there as much as they could be said to live anywhere,

And no self-respecting animal would come with an eye-shot of it,

Except in times of drought,

When the half-ruined tanks and reservoirs held a little water.

"'It is half a night's journey at full speed,

' said Bagheera.

Baloo looked very serious.

"'I will go as fast as I can,

' he said anxiously.

"'We dare not wait for thee.

Follow Baloo.

We must go on the quick foot,

Ka and I.

' "'Feet or no feet,

I can keep abreast of all thy four,

' said Ka shortly.

Baloo made one effort to hurry,

But had to sit down panting,

And so they left him to come on later,

While Bagheera hurried forward at the rocking panther canter.

Reviews

I fall asleep before the end every
time but that’s fine with me because I start again about where I ended and listen again the next night! . You have a very relaxing voice and the story is captivating. Thank you for reading❤️❤️

Very well read. I love your voice, the only problem is that I fall asleep before the end of the chapter every time, at the same time, to sleep is what I am aiming for. Thank you!

Brilliant 🙏

Such an easy l

Never get to the end 😂 love your voice ☺️ hope you have a good day, Kitty 🐈

Greatest thanks i love your story’s you need to do more series. There the best

I love everything Bill Larson reads.

You should do the Harry Potter books! You have a great voice for it!

Lovely speaking voice. A very Interesting story.

Thx I love it.

I was Listening to chapter 1 on Wednesday and I looking forward to listening to all the chapters and chapter two(part two)

-Eleri

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Love the story!!! You read it very well 😊

Thank you for sharing the first part of chapter 2 :)

I childhood favorite read very well great bedtime soothing story

I will listen to the this story once twice and again thank you so much for the awesome story 🦋🦋🦋