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Welcome to the Merced County Dial a Story. The story you will be listening to today is Little Red Riding Hood, performed for you by the Merced library theater players. *Little Red playing around with her cape, dancing, humming to herself.* Narrator: Once upon a time, there was a good little girl who everyone liked, especially her grandmother, who made her a beautiful, red velvet cloak. Unfortunately, Little Red Riding Hood had a little problem with listening and following directions… Little Red: Hey! I can listen just fi, oh something shinny!

This story is called The Owl and the Pussy-cat by Edward Lear, adapted and recorded by LibraryCall. The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are! Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant bird! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married!

Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden. It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. “How happy we are here!” they cried to each other. One day the Giant came back.

This story is called Jack and the Beanstalk, a traditional tale adapted and recorded by LibraryCall. Once upon a time, there was a poor boy named Jack who lived with his mother and their cow named Milky-white. Jack and his mother relied completely on the cow’s milk as their only source of food and income. But one morning Milky-white gave no milk, and they didn't know what to do. “Don’t worry, mother, I'll go and find work somewhere,” said Jack. “There are no jobs to be found,” said his mother. “I’m afraid we must sell Milky-white.” “Okay,” said Jack sadly.

Maui's home was for a long time enveloped by darkness. The heavens had fallen down, or, rather, had not been separated from the earth. According to some legends, the skies pressed so closely and so heavily upon the earth that when the plants began to grow, all the leaves were necessarily flat. According to other legends, the plants had to push up the clouds a little, and thus caused the leaves to flatten out into larger surface, so that they could better drive the skies back and hold them in place.

Welcome to the Merced County Dial a Story. The story you will be listening to today is The Princess and the Frog, performed for you by the Merced library theater players. SCENE 1 – IN THE FOREST (The Princess enters, singing and playing with a golden ball) PRINCESS: La la la, it’s such a beautiful day! The sun is out, the birds are singing, and I have my beautiful silver ball that my father gave me to play with. Huh, that’s weird. Is that a well, I’ve never seen it before. It must go down for miles and miles (leans over and drops ball) Oh noooo, I dropped my ball! What do I do?

Welcome to the Merced County Dial a Story. The story you will be listening to today is The Three Little Pigs, performed for you by the Merced library theater players. Narrator: Once upon a time, there were three little pigs Hayden, Woody, and Mortimore. They were old enough to live on their own and build their own houses. There was the first little pig, Hayden, who was a cool dude but was quite impatient. Pig 1/Hayden: ‘Sup my little dudes and dudettes!

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!

There was once a man who had three sons, the youngest of whom was called the Simpleton. He was laughed at and despised and neglected on all occasions. Now it happened one day that the eldest son wanted to go into the forest, to hew wood, and his Mother gave him a beautiful cake and a bottle of wine to take with him, so that he might not suffer from hunger or thirst.