Could it be read rather slowly like a bedtime story for kids,with an American accent that would be great!.... Thank you
Papa and Granny lived near Henderson TX. I was about 10 and used to visit my grandparents every weekend. This particular weekend was cold with ice and snow. Papa had a real problem. You see, he raised cattle to make a living. Well, of all nights, this night he had a cow that was ready to deliver a calf. He was afraid that with the weather so cold the calf might freeze to death. So as we sat before the fire, Papa was quite restless. Finally, he got up, put on his Stetson hat and started to the back door. I jumped up to get my coat to go with him to the barn like I always tried to do. But this time, Papa made me stay inside. He was worried about me too. I wasn't happy, but I never argued with Papa and I waited for him to return.
Time passed. It seemed like hours but it was really only about 30 minutes. Suddenly we heard kicking at the back door. I jumped up and ran to the door and pulled it open as quickly as I could. In came Papa.... I was truly surprised because in his arms was a newborn calf. Yep.... For a moment, I was stunned. A calf in the house? I never knew ranchers brought calves into their homes. But Papa did. He took the little calf and gently lay him before the fire. Then Grannie brought him a towel and he rubbed the little fellow dry.
Well, the calf kept still as he warmed up while we watched. Then it was time to go to bed. What to do with the calf? We could not take a new-born calf back to his mother in the barn now after it was warmed up. Suddenly Papa had a brilliant idea. He got up and went to the dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom. It was built into the wall and would make a perfect pen for the calf. He took all the dirty clothes out and put them in a closet. Then he went back to the fire and lifted the calf--again he did it very gently--and took him to the clothes hamper.
Then we went to bed--. Just as I dozed off and started dreaming of going fishing I awoke to a loud noise. That darn calf was kicking the sides of the dirty-clothes hamper. Kick, kick, kick. He was trying out his legs for the first time ever and man, was he enthusiastic. I grinned and then tried to shut my ears to the sounds. Finally the calf settled down and we all slept until dawn. Right after sunrise,Papa took the calf back to his mama so he could nurse her milk.
After this I always called that "The Night of the Calf". We talked about it for years.
Sorry if this is bad. I did the best I could since I was trying to read it like I would for my little brother. Hope it helps!
Désolé si c'est mauvais. J'ai fait du mieux que j'ai pu depuis que je suis en train de le lire comme je le ferais pour mon petit frère. J'espère que ça aide!