British Accent Practice through the magic of Fairytales (audio)

Audio Story for British Accent: The Leap Frog

The Leap Frog: British Accent Practice

Fairytales transport us to other worlds.  They magic up distant lands where animals speak and everyone lives happily ever after.

Most of all they are entertaining stories which are beautifully written and lend themselves to be spoken out loud.

Here is the latest fairytale recording: The Leap Frog.  Remember to not just listen and enjoy the story, but use it as a tool to help you practice and develop your British accent. The transcript is included below so you can read along, and record yourself repeating the words and sentences. Enjoy 🙂




The Leap-Frog
A Flea, a Grasshopper, and a Leap-frog once wanted to see
which could jump highest; and they invited the whole world,
and everybody else besides who chose to come to see the
festival. Three famous jumpers were they, as everyone would
say, when they all met together in the room.
“I will give my daughter to him who jumps highest,” exclaimed
the King; “for it is not so amusing where there is no prize to
jump for.”
The Flea was the first to step forward. He had exquisite
manners, and bowed to the company on all sides; for he had
noble blood, and was, moreover, accustomed to the society of
man alone; and that makes a great difference.
Then came the Grasshopper. He was considerably heavier, but
he was well-mannered, and wore a green uniform, which he
had by right of birth; he said, moreover, that he belonged to a
very ancient Egyptian family, and that in the house where he
then was, he was thought much of. The fact was, he had been
just brought out of the fields, and put in a pasteboard house,
three stories high, all made of court-cards, with the colored
side inwards; and doors and windows cut out of the body of
the Queen of Hearts. “I sing so well,” said he, “that sixteen
native grasshoppers who have chirped from infancy, and yet
got no house built of cards to live in, grew thinner than they
were before for sheer vexation when they heard me.”
It was thus that the Flea and the Grasshopper gave an account
of themselves, and thought they were quite good enough to
marry a Princess.
The Leap-frog said nothing; but people gave it as their
opinion, that he therefore thought the more; and when the
housedog snuffed at him with his nose, he confessed the Leapfrog
was of good family. The old councillor, who had had three
orders given him to make him hold his tongue, asserted that
the Leap-frog was a prophet; for that one could see on his
back, if there would be a severe or mild winter, and that was
what one could not see even on the back of the man who
writes the almanac.
“I say nothing, it is true,” exclaimed the King; “but I have my
own opinion, notwithstanding.”
Now the trial was to take place. The Flea jumped so high that
nobody could see where he went to; so they all asserted he
had not jumped at all; and that was dishonorable.
The Grasshopper jumped only half as high; but he leaped into
the King’s face, who said that was ill-mannered.
The Leap-frog stood still for a long time lost in thought; it was
believed at last he would not jump at all.
“I only hope he is not unwell,” said the house-dog; when, pop!
he made a jump all on one side into the lap of the Princess,
who was sitting on a little golden stool close by.
Hereupon the King said, “There is nothing above my daughter;
therefore to bound up to her is the highest jump that can be
made; but for this, one must possess understanding, and the
Leap-frog has shown that he has understanding. He is brave
and intellectual.”
And so he won the Princess.
“It’s all the same to me,” said the Flea. “She may have the old
Leap-frog, for all I care. I jumped the highest; but in this
world merit seldom meets its reward. A fine exterior is what
people look at now-a-days.”
The Flea then went into foreign service, where, it is said, he
was killed.
The Grasshopper sat without on a green bank, and reflected
on worldly things; and he said too, “Yes, a fine exterior is
everything – a fine exterior is what people care about.” And
then he began chirping his peculiar melancholy song, from
which we have taken this history; and which may, very
possibly, be all untrue, although it does stand here printed in
black and white.

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