Easter

Este cuento se llama El Conejito Fufu escrito por Madeline Walton-Hadlock y leído por Lorena Romero. Este cuento es basado en la canción infantil del mismo nombre. Esta es una grabación de LibraryCall. El Conejito Fufu siempre estaba haciendo travesuras. Cuando su abuelita le decía que se lavara los dientes, usaba su cepillo de dientes para peinarse sus orejas grises. Durante la cena, se le olvidaban sus modales. Sorbía su sopa de zanahoria bien rápido y no se quedaba quieto en su silla. Era difíci hacerlo cuando su cuerpo siempre tenía ganas de saltar.

This story is called Little Bunny Foo-Foo written by Madeline Walton-Hadlock and based on the traditional children’s song of the same name. This is a LibraryCall recording. Little Bunny Foo-Foo was always getting into mischief. When his grandma told him to brush his teeth, he got distracted and used his toothbrush to comb his gray ears instead. At the dinner table, he forgot his manners. He slurped his carrot soup and did not stay in his seat. It was hard to sit still when his body felt so very bouncy.

This is a story about a very unusual boy, and an even more unusual monkey. The boy was out of the ordinary as boys go, because he didn’t like chocolate. No, not at all. Not even one little bit. And I must say, I’ve never met a boy like that. Not in my entire life.

It was Shrove Tuesday, otherwise known as pancake day. The City Mayor was sitting up in his bed eating his breakfast – a big pile of pancakes with black caviar and sour cream, washed down with champagne. As he took another silver-spoonful of caviar, his mobile phone rang. How he hated it when people called him while he was still at breakfast! He was about to throw his phone out of the window when he noticed that the call was coming from the Chief Of Police. “Oh dear,” thought the Mayor. “He probably wants to miss our card game.

This story is called The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Once upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree. “Now, my dears,” said Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden. Your father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.” “Now run along, and don't get into mischief.