Story of Dr. Dolittle - 3rd person, US & Brit accents, m/f, children's
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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It happened one day that the doctor was sitting in his kitchen talking with the cats meet man who had come to see him with a stomach ache. Why don't you give up being a people's doctor and be an animal? Doctor? Asked the cat's meat man. The parrot Polynesia was sitting in the window, looking out at the rain and singing a sailor song to herself. She stopped singing and started to listen. You see, Doctor, the cat's meat man went on. You know all about animals much more than what these here vets do. That book you wrote about cats, Why, it's wonderful. I can't read or write myself. Or maybe I'd write some books. But my wife, Theodora Zia. She's a scholar. She is, and she read your book to me where it's wonderful. That's all can be said, Wonderful. You might have been a cat yourself, You know, the way they think. And listen. You can make a lot of money, doctor in animals, do you know that? You see, I'll send all the old women who had sick cattle dogs to you, and if they didn't get sick fast enough, I could put something in the meat. I sell them to make them sick. See, Ono said the doctor quickly. You mustn't do that. That wouldn't be right. Oh, I didn't mean real sick. Answered the cat's meat man. Just a little something to make them droopy like was what I had reference to. But as you say, maybe it ain't quite fair on the animals. But they'll get sick anyway because the old women always give him too much to eat. And look all the farmers roundabout who had lame horses or weak lambs. They come be an animal doctor. When the cat's meat man had gone, the parrot flew off the window onto the doctor's table and said, That man's got sense. That's what you want to do. Be an animal doctor. Give the silly people up. They haven't brains enough to see all the best doctor in the world. Take care of animals. Instead, they'll soon find it out. Be an animal doctor. Oh, there are plenty of animal doctors, said John Dolittle, putting the flower pots outside on the window sill to get the rain. Yes, there are plenty, said Polynesia, but none of them are any good at all. Now, Listen, doctor, and I'll tell you something. Can you know that animals can talk? I knew that parents can talk, said the doctor. Oh, we parents can talk in two languages, people's language and bad language, said Polynesia proudly. If I say Polly wants a cracker, you understand me. But hear this. Got we good gracious, cried the doctor. What does that mean? That means Is the porridge hot yet in bad language? My, you don't say so, said the doctor. You never talked that way to me before. What would have been the good good, said Polynesia, dusting some cracker crumbs off her left wing. You wouldn't have understood me if I had to tell me some more, said the doctor, all excited. And he rushed over to the dresser drawer and came back with the Butchers book and the pencil. Now don't go too fast and I'll write it down. This is interesting, very interesting. Something quite new. Give me the birds, ABC first slowly now. So that was the way the doctor came to know that animals had a language of their own and could talk to one another. And all that afternoon, while it was raining, Polynesia sat on the kitchen table, giving him bird words to put down in the book.