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This story is called the Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe, apated and recorded by LibraryCall. The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men.

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?

This story is called Snow White by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Once upon a time, a baby girl was born to a King and Queen. The child’s hair was as black as obsidian, while her cheeks were red as blood, and her skin as white as snow, so she was called Snow White. Sadly, the Queen died in childbirth, so Snow White never knew her mother. A year later, the King remarried an elegant woman who turned out to be proud and jealous. She could not stand that any one should surpass her in beauty.