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ASMR Bedtime Stories - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Ch. 5

April 22, 2021 Emmanuel Obi, Jr.
ASMR Bedtime Stories - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Ch. 5
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ASMR Bedtime Stories with Obi
ASMR Bedtime Stories - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Ch. 5
Apr 22, 2021
Emmanuel Obi, Jr.

In this podcast I will be reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Chapter 5

Please remember ASMR is not a medical treatment. My goal is to help you fall asleep and it may make you feel better, but it has not been proven to fix any mental health issues or conditions. If you need help, PLEASE seek a professional. -Mental Health Information https://www.mentalhealth.gov

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In this podcast I will be reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Chapter 5

Please remember ASMR is not a medical treatment. My goal is to help you fall asleep and it may make you feel better, but it has not been proven to fix any mental health issues or conditions. If you need help, PLEASE seek a professional. -Mental Health Information https://www.mentalhealth.gov

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Alice's adventures in Wonderland, chapter five, advice from a Caterpillar, the Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for quite some time in silence. At last, the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and addressed her in a languid sleepy voice. Who are, you said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied rather shyly. I hardly know, sir, just at present at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then. What do you mean by that? Set the Caterpillar sternly. Explain yourself. I can't explain myself. I'm afraid sir said Alice, because I'm not myself. You see, I don't see said the Caterpillar. I'm afraid. I can't put it more clearly. Alice replied very politely for, I can't understand it myself to begin with and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing. It isn't said the Caterpillar. Well, perhaps you haven't found it. So yet said Alice, but when you have to turn into a Chrysalis, you will someday, you know, and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little. Won't you not a bit said the Caterpillar. Well, perhaps your feelings may be different set. Alice. All I know is it would feel very to me. You said the Caterpillar contemptuously, who are you, which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the caterpillars, making such very short remarks and she true herself up and said very gravely. I think you ought to tell me who you are first. Why set the Caterpillar here was another puzzling question. And as Alice can not think of any good reason. And as the Caterpillar seem to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away, come back. The Caterpillar called after her. I have something important to say, this sounded promising. Certainly Alice turned and came back, keep your temper said the Caterpillar is that all set. Alice swallowing down her anger as well as she could no said the Caterpillar. Alice thought she might as well wait as she had nothing else to do. And perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes, it puffed away without speaking. But at last it unfolded his arms, took the hook out of his mouth again and said, so you think you're changed? Do you? I'm afraid. I am sir said Alice. I can't remember things as I used and I don't keep the same size for 10 minutes together. Can't remember what things said? The Caterpillar. Well, I've tried to say how a little busy bee, but it all came different. Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. Repeat you are old father. William said the Caterpillar. Alice folded her arms and began. You are old father William. The young man said, and your hair has become very white. And yet you and sisterly stand on your head. Do you think at your age? It is right in my youth father, William replied to his son. I feared it might injure the brain, but now that I'm perfectly sure I have none. Why I do it again and again, you are old set the youth, as I mentioned before and have grown most uncommonly fact, yet you turned a back somersault in at the door. Pray. What is the reason for that? In my youth set the stage as he shook his Greylocks, I kept all my limbs very supple by the use of this ointment. Once shielding the box allow me to sell you a couple. You are old set, the youth and your draws are too weak for anything tougher than Sue it. You finished the goose with the bones and the beak prey. How did you manage to do it? In my youth said his father. I took to the law and argued each case with my wife and the muscular strength, which it gave to my chalk has lasted the rest of my life. You were old so that the youth one would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever yet. You balance an eel on the end of your nose. What made you so awfully clever I'll have answered three questions. And that is enough. He said his father don't give yourself airs. Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff be off or I'll kick you down the stairs that is not said, right? Said the Caterpillar, not quite right. I'm afraid said Alice, Timmy, some of the words have got altered. It is wrong from beginning to end said the Caterpillar decidedly. And there was silence for some minutes. The Caterpillar was the first to speak. What size do you want to be at asked? Oh, I'm not particular as to size Alice hastily replied only one. Doesn't like changing so often, you know, I don't know, said the Caterpillar. Alice said nothing. She had never been so much contradicted in all her life before. And she felt that she was losing her temper. Are you content now said the Caterpillar? Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir. If you wouldn't mind said Alice three inches is such a wretched height to be, it is a very good height. Indeed said that Caterpillar angrily wearing itself upright as it spoke, it was exactly three inches high, but I'm not used to it plead at poor Alice in a pitiful term. And she thought to herself, I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily offended. You'll get used to it in time, said the Caterpillar and it put the hookah into his mouth and began smoking again. This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again in a minute or two, the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice, it shook itself. Then it got down off the mushroom and crawled away into the grass. Merely remarking, as it went, one side will make you grow taller. And the other side will make you grow shorter. One side of what the other side of what thought Alice to her. Okay. Of the mushroom. So that the Caterpillar it's just as if she had asked it aloud. And in another moment it was out of sight. Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to make out, which were the two sides of it. And as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. And as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. However, at last, she stretched her arms around it, as far as they would go. Yeah. And broke off a bit of the edge with each hand. And now, which is it, she said to herself and then a little of the right hand bit to try the effect. The next moment she felt a violent blow underneath her chin. It had struck her foot. She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she felt that there was no time to be lost as she was shrinking rapidly. So she sent to work at once to eat some of the other bit, her chin was pressed so closely against her foot that there was hardly room to open her mouth, but she did at last, okay. And managed to swallow a morsel of the left-hand bit. Come. My head's free at last set, Alex, and a tone of delight, which changed into alarm. And another moment when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found, all she could see when she looked down was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stock out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her, what can all that green stuff be said, Alice and where have my shoulders got to? And Oh, my poor hands. How was it? I can't see you. She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow except a little shaking among the distant green leaves. As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head. She tried to get her head down to them and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction like a serpent. She had just succeeded in, curving it down into a graceful zigzag and was going to die in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry, a large pigeon at flown into her face and was beating her violently with his wings. Serpent screamed the pigeon. I'm not a serpent said, Alice indignantly, let me alone serpent. I say again, repeat it the pigeon, but in a more subdued tone and add it with a kind of sob. I've tried every way and nothing seems to suit them. I haven't the least idea what you're talking about. Set Alice. I've tried the roots of trees. I've tried banks and I've tried hedges without attending to her. But those serpents there's no pleasing them. Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use in saying anything more to the pigeon had finished as if it wasn't trouble enough. Hatching. The eggs said the pigeon, but I must be on the lookout for servants night and day. Why I haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks. I'm very sorry. You've been annoyed set. Alice, who is beginning to see its meaning. And just as I taken the highest tree in the would continue the pigeon raising his voice to a streak. And just as I was thinking, I should be free of them at last. They must needs come wrinkling down from the sky. Okay. Serpent. But I'm not a serpent. I tell you said Alice, I am a, I am a, well, what are you said the pigeon. I can see you're trying to invent something. I am a little girl said, Alice, rather doubtful. As she remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day. A likely story indeed said the pigeon and a tone of the deepest contempt. I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never one with such a neck as that. No, no, you're a serpent and there's no use denying it. I suppose you'll be telling me next that you've never tasted an egg. I have tasted eggs, certainly said Alice, who was a very truthful child, but little girl eat eggs quite as much as serpents too. You know, I don't believe it said that pigeon, but if they do why then they're kind of serpent. That's all I can say. This one, such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for a minute or two, which gave the pigeon the opportunity of adding you're looking for eggs. I know that well enough, but what does it matter to me? Whether you're a little girl or a serpent, it matters a great deal to me set Alice hastily, but I'm not looking for eggs as it happens. And if I was, I shouldn't want yours, I don't like them wrong. Well, be off then set the pace in a silky tone. As it settled down again into its nest, Alice crouched down among the trees as well as she could for her neck kept getting in tangled among the branches and every now and then she had to stop and twisted. After a while she remembered she still held the pieces of the mushroom in her hands and set to work very carefully nibbling first at one, and then at the other and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter until she has succeeded and bringing herself down to her usual height. It was so long since she had been anything near the right size that it felt quite strange at first, but she got used to it in a few minutes and began talking to herself as usual come there's half my plan done. Now how puzzling all these changes are. I'm never sure what I'm going to be from one minute to another. However, I've got back to my right size. The next thing is to get into the beautiful card. And I was that to be done. I wonder, as she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place with a little house and about four feet high, whoever lives there thought Alice it'll never do to come upon them. This size, why I should frighten them out of their wits. So she began nibbling at the right bit again and did not venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches high. This is the end of chapter five. Please subscribe like rate and review. Thank you for listening.