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It is the year 1666. London is an old city with lots of narrow streets.
A lot of people are ill because there are rats in all the streets and the houses.
One evening, a baker, Thomas Farriner, and his daughter, Harriet, are making bread.
It is late. "We must work quickly," says Thomas. "We ...
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In the middle of a big city, there was a small zoo, and inside lived a baby elephant. Her name was Rosa.
The zookeeper loved little Rosa very much and cared for her in every possible way.
Many visitors came to see Rosa and watched her, fascinated as she ate a dozen bananas at one time!
Rosa...
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Burnstow is a small seaside town.
It is a busy town in summer. But it is a quiet place for the rest of the year.
In spring and autumn, only a few people go there. They go to Burnstow to play golf.
Professor Parkins went to Burnstow in the spring of 1902. He stayed at a small inn called The ...
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Robin Hood was born near the end of the 12th century. His real name was Robert. He was the son of the Earl of Huntingdon.
At that time England had many problems.
King Richard was away on a crusade in the Holy Land. He was away many years.
His brother, John, bacame King. He was a cruel and g...
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'Four-three-two-one, on air.'
I hear this every day before my show begins. Usually I'm in Studio Five. I make my show there.
Music plays and then I say, 'My name's Fay Friend and this is the 'Friends' Hour'.
My show is on Sun Radio. It's on three times a week, Wednesday, Thursday and Satur...
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There once was a small kingdom around a lake.
One very hot summer, it did not rain and the lake dried up. People grew anxious and went to the king.
"It has not rained for so long. Our fields are barren!" said the farmers.
"There are no fish to catch. How shall we earn a living?" asked the f...
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There was once a little boy named Azul. He loved to play the piano and dreamed of becoming a pianist some day.
Every Sunday, Azul went to his piano class, and practiced every night at home just before going to bed.
Azul became good at it because he was so sincere. He would forget to brush his ...
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