Russell Binns - British - audiobook - authentic - Norfolk accent
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire) British (General)Transcript
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No, you just shot that old mouse, he whispered firmly. There's someone asleep. You knelt down on. Sammy leapt into his arms, laundering his face with his tongue. We don't need to have a bath when your own doing. Sammy continued to lick him into, is satisfied just a pant and allow his tail to flop from side to side. Tom lifted him up and carried him into the front room. As soon as he saw Will You sleep in the chair, he began barking again, Tom, but his finger firmly on his nose on look directly into his eyes. Now you just take a rest and stop that. He picked up his pipe and back a jar from the little table and sat by the range again. Sammy flopped down beside him and rested his head on one of Tom's feed. Well, Sam, Tom whispered, We don't know nothing about Children, but we do know enough not to beat him. I make. I'm not scared. Sammy looked up at him for a moment on, flocked back onto his foot. We don't know, he said anxiously. I haven't had much experience that they say your mother and lock he granted and puffed out his pipe. Sammy stood up, wriggled in between Tom's legs and placed his paws on his stomach. You understand every blooming world always side. Don't you least ain't gonna bury bones in my sweet baby's, he remarked. Ruffling some is for that's one thing to be thankful about. Decide. So was I best see what's what. He rose and went into the hallway with Sammy panting after him. Now you just stay there, he said sternly. And Sammy sat obediently on his haunches. Oh, Tom knew it would not be for long. He took some steps that were leaning on the wall beside the coats and placed them under a small square trapdoor above him.