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"Curtis, did you remember to pack the new underwear we bought yesterday?" Mom shouts as she sticks her head into my room."Yes, Mom, and do you have to shout about underwear? I don't want the neighbors to hear about my new underwear." "I am sorry, Curtis, talking loud runs in the family. So get ready to stick your fingers in your ears when your Grandma gets excited and starts bellowing out stories on the plane, on the beach, and in the hotel room." Mom continues to laugh as she walks away. I just smile and keep packing.

The Golden Fish. Hello everybody, this is Natasha and His Royal Highness Prince Bertie the Frog has commanded me to read you the story of The Golden Fish by the Brothers Grimm. Now, as it happens, when I was visiting Bertie and his friends by the pond this morning, I heard Colin the Carp grumping around as his usual way, moaning that there are never any stories on Storynory about fish. "I call it downright unfair," he said. "We are always listening to Bertie drown on and on about frogs and princes and dragons. Quite frankly, does anyone care about stupid, ugly frogs?

The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher, published in 1906. Once upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in a little damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond. The water was all slippy-sloppy in the larder and in the back passage. But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and he never caught a cold! He was quite pleased when he looked out and saw large drops of rain, splashing in the pond— "I will get some worms and go fishing and catch a dish of minnows for my dinner," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher.