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DUMMY1/sn11_0111.wav\|0\|”Oh dear, poor Solomon,” she thought.
DUMMY1/sn11_0112.wav\|0\|And then she heard a loud screech like a rocket going off – only it wasn’t quite like a rocket – it was more like a cat –
DUMMY1/sn11_0113.wav\|1\|“Oh NO!”
DUMMY1/sn11_0114.wav\|0\|exclaimed Katie, and she ran out into the garden.
DUMMY1/sn11_0115.wav\|0\|The sound was coming from somewhere up on the roof.
DUMMY1/sn11_0116.wav\|0\|She looked up and saw not Solomon, but Great Aunt Chloe standing astride her broomstick on the tiles.
DUMMY1/sn11_0117.wav\|0\|A stream of red stars was pouring out of the back of her stick and she was waving her hat and screeching for all she was worth.
DUMMY1/sn11_0118.wav\|0\|Then she and her broomstick shot up into the sky, not quite vertically, but almost.
DUMMY1/sn11_0119.wav\|0\|‘FZZZZZZZSHOOOOWOW!” went the broom stick, still pouring out stars like a firework.
DUMMY1/sn11_0120.wav\|0\|And she looped the loop, just like back in the old days.
DUMMY1/sn11_0121.wav\|1\|“Wow, that’s cool flying,”
DUMMY1/sn11_0124.wav\|0\|Chloe was writing twirly patterns of stars in the sky, and Katie was sure that lots of people must have noticed.
DUMMY1/sn11_0125.wav\|0\|She heard
DUMMY1/sn11_0129.wav\|0\|from the next door garden – then she ran through the house and out the front and found that a small crowd of people were standing in the street gazing up at the magical display.
DUMMY1/sn11_0134.wav\|1\|“Did it come from a back garden?”
DUMMY1/sn11_0135.wav\|0\|But a little boy said something that Katie didn’t want to hear.
DUMMY1/sn11_0136.wav\|1\|“That’s not a firework.
DUMMY1/sn11_0137.wav\|1\|Fireworks don’t go on for a long time like that.
DUMMY1/sn11_0138.wav\|1\|Look it’s a witch!”
DUMMY1/sn11_0139.wav\|0\|His mother ticked him off:
DUMMY1/sn11_0140.wav\|1\|“Don’t be silly, witches only exist in books,”
DUMMY1/sn11_0141.wav\|0\|but his sister shouted:
DUMMY1/sn11_0143.wav\|1\|“Oh Yikes!”
DUMMY1/sn11_0145.wav\|1\|“I’ll never live this down.”
DUMMY1/sn11_0146.wav\|0\|The bald man started taking pictures with his mobile phone:
DUMMY1/sn11_0147.wav\|1\|“I’ll put these on Facebook,”
DUMMY1/sn11_0148.wav\|0\|he said.
DUMMY1/sn11_0150.wav\|0\|But then the broom stick started to swoop back down from the moonlit sky – it was coming down really fast, and very steeply – and Katie wondered how her Great Aunt managed to hang on, especially at her age.
DUMMY1/sn11_0151.wav\|0\|But then, she wasn’t hanging on any more – she slid off the stick and was dangling by one arm.
DUMMY1/sn11_0152.wav\|0\|Katie put her hands to her face:
DUMMY1/sn11_0153.wav\|1\|“I can’t bear to look anymore”
DUMMY1/sn11_0154.wav\|0\|she said.
DUMMY1/sn11_0155.wav\|0\|But through a chink in her fingers she saw her Great Aunt come tumbling off her stick and fall down somewhere into the park.
DUMMY1/sn11_0156.wav\|0\|Katie screamed
DUMMY1/sn11_0157.wav\|1\|“AAAHH THAT’S MY Aunt!”
DUMMY1/sn11_0158.wav\|0\|and people stared at her.
DUMMY1/sn11_0159.wav\|0\|She was too alarmed to care.
DUMMY1/sn11_0160.wav\|0\|She was running down the road to the entrance to the park.
DUMMY1/sn11_0161.wav\|0\|The gate was locked, but she managed to vault over it with a quick little weight-defying spell that made her bound like she was on the moon.
DUMMY1/sn11_0163.wav\|0\|Then, as she got near the lake, she had another fright.
DUMMY1/sn11_0164.wav\|0\|A weird creature was wading through the water.
DUMMY1/sn11_0165.wav\|0\|Katie froze.
DUMMY1/sn11_0168.wav\|1\|“some kind of ghoul that wakes up on Halloween?”
DUMMY1/sn11_0171.wav\|0\|she called.
DUMMY1/sn11_0172.wav\|1\|“Did you see me fly Katie?
DUMMY1/sn11_0173.wav\|1\|Just like the old days.
DUMMY1/sn11_0174.wav\|1\|Only I seem to have broken my broom.
DUMMY1/sn11_0175.wav\|1\|Pity. I’ve had that one since way back when.
DUMMY1/sn11_0176.wav\|1\|They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.”
DUMMY1/sn11_0177.wav\|0\|The next day, Isis sent Katie a link to a video on YouTube. It showed a Halloween Witch flying over the rooftops amid the fireworks and crashing.
DUMMY1/sn11_0178.wav\|0\|Only most of the comments were agreed on one thing:
DUMMY1/sn11_0179.wav\|1\|“NICE FAKE!”
DUMMY1/sn11_0180.wav\|0\|This was one of the good things about magic.
DUMMY1/sn11_0181.wav\|1\|If people don’t believe in it, they will think it’s just trickery when they see it.
DUMMY1/sn11_0182.wav\|0\|When Katie got to school on Monday, nobody was teasing her.
DUMMY1/sn11_0183.wav\|0\|Emma even said:
DUMMY1/sn11_0184.wav\|1\|“I wish I had a Great Aunt like yours.
DUMMY1/sn11_0185.wav\|0\|She was really cool in her costume.
DUMMY1/sn11_0186.wav\|1\|All my relatives are so boring they are just embarrassing.”
DUMMY1/sn11_0187.wav\|0\|At first Katie thought,
DUMMY1/sn11_0188.wav\|1\|“If only my relatives were boring, I’d be so glad.”
DUMMY1/sn11_0189.wav\|0\|And then she realised:
DUMMY1/sn11_0190.wav\|0\|“Yes, people are often a bit embarrassed about their family – but usually there is no need, because other people see them quite differently.”
DUMMY1/sn11_0191.wav\|0\|But all the same, she was glad that Halloween was over, and that her Great Aunt Chloe had flown home safely on a new broom stick that couldn’t go nearly as fast as the old one.
DUMMY1/sn100_0010.wav\|0\|The wheat was yellow, the oats were green, the hay was dry and delicious to roll in, and from the old ruined house which nobody lived in, down to the edge of the canal, was a forest of prickly plants called burdocks so tall that a whole family of children might have dwelt in them and never have been found out.
DUMMY1/sn100_0011.wav\|0\|It was under these burdocks that a duck had built herself a warm nest, and was not sitting all day on six pretty eggs.
DUMMY1/sn100_0012.wav\|0\|Five of them were white, but the sixth, which was larger than the others, was of an ugly grey colour.
DUMMY1/sn100_0013.wav\|0\|The duck was always puzzled about that egg, and how it came to be so different from the rest.
DUMMY1/sn100_0015.wav\|0\|But ducks are not clever at all, and are not quick at counting, so this duck did not worry herself about the matter, but just took care that the big egg should be as warm as the rest.
DUMMY1/sn100_0016.wav\|0\|This was the first set of eggs that the duck had ever laid, and, to begin with, she was very pleased and proud, and laughed at the other mothers, who were always neglecting their duties to gossip with each other or to take little extra swims besides the two in the morning and evening that were necessary for health.
DUMMY1/sn100_0017.wav\|0\|But at length she grew tired of sitting there all day.
DUMMY1/sn100_0018.wav\|0\|‘My eggs are taking too long to hatch,' she said to herself;
DUMMY1/sn100_0019.wav\|0\|and she pined for a little amusement also.
DUMMY1/sn100_0020.wav\|0\|Still, she knew that if she left her eggs and the ducklings in them to die, none of her friends would ever speak to her again;
DUMMY1/sn100_0021.wav\|0\|so there she stayed, only getting off the eggs several times a day to see if the shells were cracking -- which may have been the very reason why they did not crack sooner.
DUMMY1/sn100_0023.wav\|0\|Next morning she was rewarded by noticing cracks in the whole five eggs, and by midday two little yellow heads were poking out from the shells.
DUMMY1/sn100_0024.wav\|0\|This encouraged her so much that, after breaking the shells with her bill, so that the little creatures could get free of them, she sat steadily for a whole night upon the nest, and before the sun arose the five white eggs were empty, and ten pairs of eyes were gazing out upon the green world.
DUMMY1/sn100_0025.wav\|0\|Now the duck had been carefully brought up, and did not like dirt, and, besides, broken shells are not at all comfortable things to sit or walk upon;
DUMMY1/sn100_0026.wav\|0\|so she pushed the rest out over the side, and felt delighted to have some company to talk to till the big egg hatched.
DUMMY1/sn100_0027.wav\|0\|But day after day went on, and the big egg showed no signs of cracking, and the duck grew more and more impatient, and began to wish she could ask the advice of her husband, but he was never around when she needed him.
DUMMY1/sn100_0028.wav\|0\|'I can't think what is the matter with it,' the duck grumbled to her neighbour who had called in to pay her a visit.
DUMMY1/sn100_0029.wav\|0\|'Why I could have hatched two broods in the time that this one has taken!' 'Let me look at it,' said the old neighbour.
DUMMY1/sn100_0030.wav\|1\|'Ah, I thought so;
DUMMY1/sn100_0031.wav\|1\|it is a turkey's egg.
DUMMY1/sn100_0032.wav\|0\|Once, when I was young, they tricked me to sitting on a brood of turkey's eggs myself, and when they were hatched the creatures were so stupid that nothing would make them learn to swim.
DUMMY1/sn100_0034.wav\|0\|In the evening, when she ventured to peep, she thought she saw a tiny crack in the upper part of the shell.
DUMMY1/sn100_0035.wav\|0\|Filled with hope, she went back to her duties, though she could hardly sleep all night for excitement.
DUMMY1/sn100_0036.wav\|0\|When she woke with the first steaks of light she felt something stirring under her.
DUMMY1/sn100_0037.wav\|0\|Yes, there it was at last;
DUMMY1/sn100_0038.wav\|0\|and as she moved, a big awkward bird tumbled head foremost on the ground.
DUMMY1/sn100_0039.wav\|0\|There was no denying it was ugly, even the mother was forced to admit that to herself, though she only said it was 'large' and 'strong.' 'You won't need any teaching when you are once in the water,' she told him, with a glance of surprise at the dull brown which covered his back, and at his long naked neck.
DUMMY1/sn100_0040.wav\|0\|And indeed he did not, though he was not half so pretty to look at as the little yellow balls that followed her.
DUMMY1/sn100_0041.wav\|0\|When they returned they found the old neighbour on the bank waiting for them to take them into the duckyard.
DUMMY1/sn100_0042.wav\|0\|'No, it is not a young turkey, certainly,' whispered she in confidence to the mother, 'for though it is lean and skinny, and has no colour to speak of, yet there is something rather distinguished about it, and it holds its head up well.' 'It is very kind of you to say so,' answered the mother, who by this time had some secret doubts of its loveliness.
DUMMY1/sn100_0043.wav\|0\|'Of course, when you see it by itself it is all right, though it is different, somehow, from the others.
DUMMY1/sn100_0044.wav\|0\|But one cannot expect all one's children to be beautiful!' By this time they had reached the centre of the yard, where a very old duck was sitting, who was treated with great respect by all the birds who lived on the water.
DUMMY1/sn100_0045.wav\|0\|'You must go up and bow low before her,' whispered the mother to her children, nodding her head in the direction of the old lady, 'and keep your legs well apart, as you see me do.
DUMMY1/sn100_0046.wav\|1\|No well-bred duckling turns in its toes.
DUMMY1/sn100_0047.wav\|0\|It is a sign of common parents.' The little ducks tried hard to make their small fat bodies copy the movements of their mother, and the old lady was quite pleased with them;
DUMMY1/sn100_0048.wav\|0\|but the rest of the ducks looked on feeling annoyed, and one duck in particular said:

DUMMY1/sn11_0111.wav|0|”Oh dear, poor Solomon,” she thought.

DUMMY1/sn11_0112.wav|0|And then she heard a loud screech like a rocket going off – only it wasn’t quite like a rocket – it was more like a cat –

DUMMY1/sn11_0113.wav|1|“Oh NO!”

DUMMY1/sn11_0114.wav|0|exclaimed Katie, and she ran out into the garden.

DUMMY1/sn11_0115.wav|0|The sound was coming from somewhere up on the roof.

DUMMY1/sn11_0116.wav|0|She looked up and saw not Solomon, but Great Aunt Chloe standing astride her broomstick on the tiles.

DUMMY1/sn11_0117.wav|0|A stream of red stars was pouring out of the back of her stick and she was waving her hat and screeching for all she was worth.

DUMMY1/sn11_0118.wav|0|Then she and her broomstick shot up into the sky, not quite vertically, but almost.

DUMMY1/sn11_0119.wav|0|‘FZZZZZZZSHOOOOWOW!” went the broom stick, still pouring out stars like a firework.

DUMMY1/sn11_0120.wav|0|And she looped the loop, just like back in the old days.

DUMMY1/sn11_0121.wav|1|“Wow, that’s cool flying,”

DUMMY1/sn11_0124.wav|0|Chloe was writing twirly patterns of stars in the sky, and Katie was sure that lots of people must have noticed.

DUMMY1/sn11_0125.wav|0|She heard

DUMMY1/sn11_0129.wav|0|from the next door garden – then she ran through the house and out the front and found that a small crowd of people were standing in the street gazing up at the magical display.

DUMMY1/sn11_0134.wav|1|“Did it come from a back garden?”

DUMMY1/sn11_0135.wav|0|But a little boy said something that Katie didn’t want to hear.

DUMMY1/sn11_0136.wav|1|“That’s not a firework.

DUMMY1/sn11_0137.wav|1|Fireworks don’t go on for a long time like that.

DUMMY1/sn11_0138.wav|1|Look it’s a witch!”

DUMMY1/sn11_0139.wav|0|His mother ticked him off:

DUMMY1/sn11_0140.wav|1|“Don’t be silly, witches only exist in books,”

DUMMY1/sn11_0141.wav|0|but his sister shouted:

DUMMY1/sn11_0143.wav|1|“Oh Yikes!”

DUMMY1/sn11_0145.wav|1|“I’ll never live this down.”

DUMMY1/sn11_0146.wav|0|The bald man started taking pictures with his mobile phone:

DUMMY1/sn11_0147.wav|1|“I’ll put these on Facebook,”

DUMMY1/sn11_0148.wav|0|he said.

DUMMY1/sn11_0150.wav|0|But then the broom stick started to swoop back down from the moonlit sky – it was coming down really fast, and very steeply – and Katie wondered how her Great Aunt managed to hang on, especially at her age.

DUMMY1/sn11_0151.wav|0|But then, she wasn’t hanging on any more – she slid off the stick and was dangling by one arm.

DUMMY1/sn11_0152.wav|0|Katie put her hands to her face:

DUMMY1/sn11_0153.wav|1|“I can’t bear to look anymore”

DUMMY1/sn11_0154.wav|0|she said.

DUMMY1/sn11_0155.wav|0|But through a chink in her fingers she saw her Great Aunt come tumbling off her stick and fall down somewhere into the park.

DUMMY1/sn11_0156.wav|0|Katie screamed

DUMMY1/sn11_0157.wav|1|“AAAHH THAT’S MY Aunt!”

DUMMY1/sn11_0158.wav|0|and people stared at her.

DUMMY1/sn11_0159.wav|0|She was too alarmed to care.

DUMMY1/sn11_0160.wav|0|She was running down the road to the entrance to the park.

DUMMY1/sn11_0161.wav|0|The gate was locked, but she managed to vault over it with a quick little weight-defying spell that made her bound like she was on the moon.

DUMMY1/sn11_0163.wav|0|Then, as she got near the lake, she had another fright.

DUMMY1/sn11_0164.wav|0|A weird creature was wading through the water.

DUMMY1/sn11_0165.wav|0|Katie froze.

DUMMY1/sn11_0168.wav|1|“some kind of ghoul that wakes up on Halloween?”

DUMMY1/sn11_0171.wav|0|she called.

DUMMY1/sn11_0172.wav|1|“Did you see me fly Katie?

DUMMY1/sn11_0173.wav|1|Just like the old days.

DUMMY1/sn11_0174.wav|1|Only I seem to have broken my broom.

DUMMY1/sn11_0175.wav|1|Pity. I’ve had that one since way back when.

DUMMY1/sn11_0176.wav|1|They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.”

DUMMY1/sn11_0177.wav|0|The next day, Isis sent Katie a link to a video on YouTube. It showed a Halloween Witch flying over the rooftops amid the fireworks and crashing.

DUMMY1/sn11_0178.wav|0|Only most of the comments were agreed on one thing:

DUMMY1/sn11_0179.wav|1|“NICE FAKE!”

DUMMY1/sn11_0180.wav|0|This was one of the good things about magic.

DUMMY1/sn11_0181.wav|1|If people don’t believe in it, they will think it’s just trickery when they see it.

DUMMY1/sn11_0182.wav|0|When Katie got to school on Monday, nobody was teasing her.

DUMMY1/sn11_0183.wav|0|Emma even said:

DUMMY1/sn11_0184.wav|1|“I wish I had a Great Aunt like yours.

DUMMY1/sn11_0185.wav|0|She was really cool in her costume.

DUMMY1/sn11_0186.wav|1|All my relatives are so boring they are just embarrassing.”

DUMMY1/sn11_0187.wav|0|At first Katie thought,

DUMMY1/sn11_0188.wav|1|“If only my relatives were boring, I’d be so glad.”

DUMMY1/sn11_0189.wav|0|And then she realised:

DUMMY1/sn11_0190.wav|0|“Yes, people are often a bit embarrassed about their family – but usually there is no need, because other people see them quite differently.”

DUMMY1/sn11_0191.wav|0|But all the same, she was glad that Halloween was over, and that her Great Aunt Chloe had flown home safely on a new broom stick that couldn’t go nearly as fast as the old one.

DUMMY1/sn100_0010.wav|0|The wheat was yellow, the oats were green, the hay was dry and delicious to roll in, and from the old ruined house which nobody lived in, down to the edge of the canal, was a forest of prickly plants called burdocks so tall that a whole family of children might have dwelt in them and never have been found out.

DUMMY1/sn100_0011.wav|0|It was under these burdocks that a duck had built herself a warm nest, and was not sitting all day on six pretty eggs.

DUMMY1/sn100_0012.wav|0|Five of them were white, but the sixth, which was larger than the others, was of an ugly grey colour.

DUMMY1/sn100_0013.wav|0|The duck was always puzzled about that egg, and how it came to be so different from the rest.

DUMMY1/sn100_0015.wav|0|But ducks are not clever at all, and are not quick at counting, so this duck did not worry herself about the matter, but just took care that the big egg should be as warm as the rest.

DUMMY1/sn100_0016.wav|0|This was the first set of eggs that the duck had ever laid, and, to begin with, she was very pleased and proud, and laughed at the other mothers, who were always neglecting their duties to gossip with each other or to take little extra swims besides the two in the morning and evening that were necessary for health.

DUMMY1/sn100_0017.wav|0|But at length she grew tired of sitting there all day.

DUMMY1/sn100_0018.wav|0|‘My eggs are taking too long to hatch,' she said to herself;

DUMMY1/sn100_0019.wav|0|and she pined for a little amusement also.

DUMMY1/sn100_0020.wav|0|Still, she knew that if she left her eggs and the ducklings in them to die, none of her friends would ever speak to her again;

DUMMY1/sn100_0021.wav|0|so there she stayed, only getting off the eggs several times a day to see if the shells were cracking -- which may have been the very reason why they did not crack sooner.

DUMMY1/sn100_0023.wav|0|Next morning she was rewarded by noticing cracks in the whole five eggs, and by midday two little yellow heads were poking out from the shells.

DUMMY1/sn100_0024.wav|0|This encouraged her so much that, after breaking the shells with her bill, so that the little creatures could get free of them, she sat steadily for a whole night upon the nest, and before the sun arose the five white eggs were empty, and ten pairs of eyes were gazing out upon the green world.

DUMMY1/sn100_0025.wav|0|Now the duck had been carefully brought up, and did not like dirt, and, besides, broken shells are not at all comfortable things to sit or walk upon;

DUMMY1/sn100_0026.wav|0|so she pushed the rest out over the side, and felt delighted to have some company to talk to till the big egg hatched.

DUMMY1/sn100_0027.wav|0|But day after day went on, and the big egg showed no signs of cracking, and the duck grew more and more impatient, and began to wish she could ask the advice of her husband, but he was never around when she needed him.

DUMMY1/sn100_0028.wav|0|'I can't think what is the matter with it,' the duck grumbled to her neighbour who had called in to pay her a visit.

DUMMY1/sn100_0029.wav|0|'Why I could have hatched two broods in the time that this one has taken!' 'Let me look at it,' said the old neighbour.

DUMMY1/sn100_0030.wav|1|'Ah, I thought so;

DUMMY1/sn100_0031.wav|1|it is a turkey's egg.

DUMMY1/sn100_0032.wav|0|Once, when I was young, they tricked me to sitting on a brood of turkey's eggs myself, and when they were hatched the creatures were so stupid that nothing would make them learn to swim.

DUMMY1/sn100_0034.wav|0|In the evening, when she ventured to peep, she thought she saw a tiny crack in the upper part of the shell.

DUMMY1/sn100_0035.wav|0|Filled with hope, she went back to her duties, though she could hardly sleep all night for excitement.

DUMMY1/sn100_0036.wav|0|When she woke with the first steaks of light she felt something stirring under her.

DUMMY1/sn100_0037.wav|0|Yes, there it was at last;

DUMMY1/sn100_0038.wav|0|and as she moved, a big awkward bird tumbled head foremost on the ground.

DUMMY1/sn100_0039.wav|0|There was no denying it was ugly, even the mother was forced to admit that to herself, though she only said it was 'large' and 'strong.' 'You won't need any teaching when you are once in the water,' she told him, with a glance of surprise at the dull brown which covered his back, and at his long naked neck.

DUMMY1/sn100_0040.wav|0|And indeed he did not, though he was not half so pretty to look at as the little yellow balls that followed her.

DUMMY1/sn100_0041.wav|0|When they returned they found the old neighbour on the bank waiting for them to take them into the duckyard.

DUMMY1/sn100_0042.wav|0|'No, it is not a young turkey, certainly,' whispered she in confidence to the mother, 'for though it is lean and skinny, and has no colour to speak of, yet there is something rather distinguished about it, and it holds its head up well.' 'It is very kind of you to say so,' answered the mother, who by this time had some secret doubts of its loveliness.

DUMMY1/sn100_0043.wav|0|'Of course, when you see it by itself it is all right, though it is different, somehow, from the others.

DUMMY1/sn100_0044.wav|0|But one cannot expect all one's children to be beautiful!' By this time they had reached the centre of the yard, where a very old duck was sitting, who was treated with great respect by all the birds who lived on the water.

DUMMY1/sn100_0045.wav|0|'You must go up and bow low before her,' whispered the mother to her children, nodding her head in the direction of the old lady, 'and keep your legs well apart, as you see me do.

DUMMY1/sn100_0046.wav|1|No well-bred duckling turns in its toes.

DUMMY1/sn100_0047.wav|0|It is a sign of common parents.' The little ducks tried hard to make their small fat bodies copy the movements of their mother, and the old lady was quite pleased with them;

DUMMY1/sn100_0048.wav|0|but the rest of the ducks looked on feeling annoyed, and one duck in particular said: