Prince Bertie has been on a secret mission to save the royal family and the honour of the lovely Princess Beatrice. In this special Bertie story, our hero is turned back into a prince – but don’t worry – this is not the final Prince Bertie Story. You will have to listen to the end to see what happens. Read by Natasha. Duration 24 minutes.
Proofread by Claire Deakin.
It all started a few weeks ago. It was a really, really hot day. All the pond life were sitting out by the water enjoying the sunshine. Well, all except Colin the Carp who was moaning that the water was starting to feel more like a hot bath than a pond.
Then all of a sudden, there was a strong gust of wind, and a newspaper that had been carried on the air landed on the lawn. “Oh, my,” sighed Sadie the Swan. “There’s a picture of the lovely Princess Beatrice on the front page. Isn’t she just wonderful? What does the newspaper say about her, Bertie?”
Now, as you probably know, Bertie used to be a Prince and he was engaged to be married to Princess Beatrice, who he thought was the most beautiful, sweetest princess in the world. But her wicked stepmother didn’t like Bertie much, so she turned him into a frog, and now he sits in the pond telling stories. He still loves Princess Beatrice though, and won’t hear a word said against her. As it happens, he is the only creature on the pond who knows how to read, and so he spelled out the headline for Sadie and the others. It read: “Princess Greedy Guts!”
Prince Bertie held up the picture and he was so angry his face went bright red… well, a sort of greenish-red actually, because he is a frog.
The picture showed the lovely princess Beatrice wearing a yellow bikini and licking a double ice cream with a chocolate flake, while holding a hot dog in her other hand.
Underneath the picture the newspaper read: “Since the strange disappearance of her husband to be, the less than intellectual Prince Bertie, the “lovely” Princess Beatrice has taken to stuffing her face with nosh all day long. Turn to pages 3,4,5,6, and 7 for our exclusive pictures of Princess Fattie on the Beach. See our close-ups of her horrible acne.
“I…I…” Spluttered Bertie. He had never been so angry in his entire life. “How dare they make up these filthy fibs? Beatrice is the most lovely, charming, sweetest creature who ever lived.”
“She’s a fatty,” snarled Colin. “Just like you.”
With that, Colin dived straight down to the bottom of the pond so that Bertie couldn’t thump him, which is what he usually did when Colin said something horrible.
Bertie turned to the newspaper’s opinion page. There he read that the royal family was lounging around in the sun enjoying itself while the rest of the kingdom was going to the dogs. “Why do we need the Royal Layabouts?” It asked. “Isn’t it time for a Republic?”
Sadie hissed her disapproval. All the pond life know that she is an ardent royalist. She was so indignant, that some of her beautiful black feathers turned quite white.
“What’s a Republic?” Asked Tim.
“It’s a very silly kind of country,” snooted Bertie. “Without any kings or queens or… or…”
“Princes…” ventured Tim, slightly timidly, because he could see Bertie was quite upset.
“It’s clear what must be done,” declared Bertie. “I am a royal prince, and Beatrice is my princess. I shall go and defend her.”
But first he needed a plan.
You see, Beatrice and the royal family had all gone on holiday on the royal yacht, which was moored in the south of France. And Bertie was only a frog, so he didn’t have any way of getting there, until Tim the Tadpole came up with a rather clever idea. “Bertie, why don’t you post yourself to France?” He said.
“He’s too fat,” gurgled Colin the Carp, still hiding in some mud, so that Bertie couldn’t thump him.
Now using the post seemed like a very good idea – surprising really, when you think that Tim, who is a very silly tadpole, thought it up. Sadie the Swan noticed a Federal Express box near the palace doors, which was being used to courier the king’s favourite food across to France – Marmite, since everyone knows you can’t get Marmite in France.
So that night, Sadie and Bertie crept across to the palace. They opened the box, and Bertie hopped inside, squeezing in between two jars of Marmite, and a Creme Egg that had been packed for Beatrice’s stepmother. Then Sadie bit an air hole into the box so that Bertie could breathe, and wrapped it up again.
“Oh dear Bertie,” said Sadie. “You are so brave and noble… just the kind of Prince a girl wants, apart from the fact that you’re a frog. But never mind that, you’re wonderful just the same, even though you’re green and got big bulging eyes… I mean, I’m sure you’ll do the royal family proud.”
In the morning, the courier company arrived and picked up the box. Bertie could feel himself going bump, bump, bump in the van. Then he felt himself going whoosh, whoosh, whoosh as the box was whisked around the airport. Then all of a sudden, there was a huge roaring sound, and Bertie realised the plane must have taken off. His box was being thrown from side to side, and the Creme Egg bashed him in the tummy.
Bertie felt rather frightened, and was starting to wonder of it really mattered if the papers were a bit horrid about Princess Beatrice. After all, it was only words.
After a while, the plane stabilised, and Bertie began to feel a bit peckish. He opened a jar of Marmite and started to lick the lid. But he had only tasted Marmite on toast before, and he didn’t realise quite how horrid it tasted when you ate it on its own. His mouth felt so yucky, he decided to nibble a bit of the Creme Egg to take the taste away. It tasted yummy, so he had a bit more. Before he knew it, he’d eaten the whole Creme Egg, and was feeling very sleepy, and, although he would never admit it to Colin the Carp, a bit fat as well.
Bertie was halfway through a dream about winning an Olympic Gold Medal for skateboarding, when suddenly he awoke with a start. He could see Princess Beatrice’s wicked stepmother peering into the box. “Somebody’s eaten my Creme Egg!” She hissed.
Bertie realised that he must have dozed off, and by now he must be on the royal yacht. He leaped out of the box and hopped across to the far corner of the room. Just then the lovely Princess Beatrice came into the room, looking, to tell you the truth, just a little bit more plump than he remembered, but lovely just the same. Bertie tried to call out to her, but instead of the words, “Beatrice my love,” all that came out his mouth was one big, “CROAK!”
“Arrgh!” Screamed Beatrice. “Its a horrid, horrid green reptile. Yucky!” And she ran out of the room.
The wicked stepmother started to walk towards Bertie, with a huge fly swatter in her hand, and Bertie’s legs started to wobble with fright. There was a nasty, mean, cruel, look in her eye – just like when she first turned him into a frog. If anything, she looked even nastier, meaner and more murderous this time than before. “Croak, croak,” he spluttered, quite certain that he had just croaked his last.
The wicked stepmother paused. “Bertie,” she said, looking him straight in his bulging eye. “Is that you?”
Bertie remained silent.
“One croak for yes, two for no,” screamed the wicked stepmother with a swoosh of her fly swat.
Bertie croaked once.
“Hmmm,” she said slowly. She looked very angry, but then her face twisted into a sort of smile, although not a very nice one. “Prince Bertie might come in very useful right now. I have a proposition for you young man… Er, I mean frog. If I turn you back into a prince, will you deal with all the photographers and journalists who are being beastly to the royal family?”
“Very well,” said the wicked stepmother. “But if you so much as glance at Princess Beatrice I’ll turn you straight back into a frog! And you can hop and croak for the rest of your days!”
She wagged her finger at Bertie, in a menacing sort of a way. “Is that agreed? Do you, Prince Bertie the Frog swear not to gawp at my stepdaughter? Cross your heart and hope to die?”
“Croak,” said Bertie.
And then, suddenly, with a snap of her wicked fingers, the spell was unbroken. Bertie was a prince again.
He felt a bit strange at first. He legs were a bit bendy, and he could hardly hop at all. But he could walk, and talk again, just like he used to.
“It’s just marvellous!” He said in a croaky voice.
“Enough!” Shrieked the wicked stepmother, crossly. “The top photographers of all the world’s most famous newspapers are gathered out there. Now go and deal with the filthy, garbage-eating swine like a true prince!”
Bertie stepped up to the deck of the yacht. It was moored in a big marina, with lots of big boats in it. Across on the shore there were dozens of photographers, with huge cameras, and they were all pointing straight at the royal yacht.
Bertie was wearing the same clothes he had been wearing just before he was turning into a frog – shorts, a t-shirt and baseball cap, so that he didn’t look like a prince at all. In fact he looked like a skateboarder, which for Bertie was just great, because that was his favourite thing. He strode up onto the deck of the yacht, then walked across the jetty until he was on the pier. He looked across at the all the photographers, stopping along the way to buy an ice lolly.
“I say chaps,” he said, standing right in front of one of the cameramen. “I hear your all being jolly beastly to the royal family. Well I think that’s… er… er… er….rotten! So just jolly well stop it!”
Bertie expected the cameramen to fold away their equipment and start going home. But instead, they just turned and looked at him. At first they were slightly surprised, and then they started laughing.
The one of them took his ice lolly, and started eating it. “Naff off you big wally,” he said. “Ain’t you never heard of the freedom of the press? We’re just doing our democratic duty on behalf of the people.”
“It’ll be a republic soon,” said another. “Then there won’t be any royals for us to bother.”
Up on deck, Bertie caught a guilty glance at Princess Beatrice. He swiftly turned his head away, in case the stepmother saw him looking at her. All the photographers rushed forwards, and started snapping away. Some of them were laughing, and Bertie could hear one of them saying, “Great stuff. The editor wanted another Princess Fatty spread for the morning, and now we’ve got everything we need.”
Bertie was so angry he took a swipe at one of the men. But he ducked, and Bertie fell flat on the ground. The next thing he knew he was lying on the dock, feeling dizzy. As he looked up, a camera lens was staring straight at him. “Give us a grin, mate,” said the photographer. “We’ll use your ugly mug for our next health special — how sitting in the sun too much can turn you into a wally.”
The photographers headed for the nearest bar. Bertie got up feeling quite sorry for himself. If he was going to stop them, he realised, he would have to come up with a cunning plan. But what?
He walked up and down the seafront, eating three ice lollies, and thinking and thinking and thinking…
Then suddenly he had a brainwave. The only thing that would make the photographers go away was an even better story.
So Bertie hatched a clever ruse. He went back to the royal yacht and found his old cabin. Sure enough, his royal uniform was still hanging in the cupboard, with white starched cuffs and collars and perfect creases in the trousers. He put it on and admired himself in the mirror. He looked like an admiral, with a peaked cap and gold braid on his shoulders and wrists. But something was missing. He couldn’t think what, and then he remembered – his gold sword and scabbard for extra special occasions. He found it leaning in the corner and attached it to his side. Now he looked the perfect picture of a true prince, because when princes are on holiday, they always go around dressed like admirals.
Out on the dock, Bertie resisted the temptation to buy another ice lolly. Instead he started to walk up and down looking as royal as possible.
Some people started to stare, and then a young girl came up to him and said, “Excuse me sir, are you the handsome Prince Bertie”
“Why certainly Miss,” boomed Bertie. “I’m just on a royal walkabout.”
The girl turned around and called to her friends, “Tracy, Sharon, Trish! Look who’s turned up. It’s Prince Bertie!” And Tracy, Sharon and Trish ran over to get a better look. Bertie couldn’t stop Sharon from throwing her arms around him and kissing him on the lips. It was all he could do to stop his admiral’s cap falling off. Soon a crowd of French and English holidaymakers gathered around. The wicked stepmother stood on the deck of the yacht and called out, “Hurrah for the royal family! Long live Prince Bertie,” and she used a magic spell so it sounded like lots of people were cheering and shouting. A band started to play on the deck of the yacht, and soon people really were shouting nice things about Bertie and the royals.
The photographers came out of the bar to see what the noise was about. Soon they were snapping away with their cameras.
“Excuse me, sir,” said one, “would you be so kind as to tell the Daily Beast where you have been these past months? Your fans have been sorely missing you since your disappearance.”
“My dear chap,” said Bertie, “You know how I always like to help out the gentlemen of the press. But I’m afraid that on this occasion my lips are sealed. It’s a royal secret, you see.”
The evening editions of the newspapers, not to mention all the news on the internet and the TV, were full of the story of Prince Bertie’s remarkable reappearance after months away on a top secret mission to save civilisation. Some editors even wrote that the kingdom was safe in Bertie’s hands, and begged that he be made joint king right away, and added that the monarchy was just super-duper. A Sunday newspaper prepared an article about the beautiful curvaceous Princess Beatrice. Even the wicked stepmother had her picture on the cover of a fashion magazine, wearing her most fetching long black evening gown with a diamond-studded tiara in her hair, though some people could not help noticing that her eyes had a strange, eerie glow to them.
But before Bertie could see the results of all his cleverness, he slipped away from the crowd and sneaked up the gangplank back into the royal yacht.
The wicked stepmother met him and said, “Well, Bertie, that wasn’t a bad go, considering that you’ve never been the brightest bulb in the box”
“Well, I think it was rather clever of me,” said Bertie proudly.
Just then Princess Beatrice walked along the opposite deck, looking as sweet and lovely as ever -although even Bertie was wondering if she hadn’t maybe put on a little bit of weight.
Bertie just couldn’t help turning his eyes to catch a glimpse of her royal loveliness.
“That’s torn it!” Shouted the wicked stepmother, and she frantically waved her arms to cast a wicked spell. In the next instant, before Beatrice could catch sight of him, poor old Bertie was a frog once again.
“Croak,” he said, rather sadly.
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you!” Snapped back the wicked stepmother.
And with that she chased Bertie back into the box, slammed down the lid, and marked it to be sent back to the palace pond. But she wasn’t that cross with Bertie really, so she slipped in a Creme Egg for him to eat, and a copy of the Wizzo Skateboarder magazine to read on the way.
wow!! it’s a memory blowing story.i never find these audiobooks in any site.storynory is a best site for audio books. recently i find a Audio books at the world of Karadi, it consist exhilerating journey of stories
well..ya must peek in audio books to have more fun.
September 8, 2006
this story made me like the wickid qeen a bit
you do not need to know —
June 13, 2015
this is our favourite story so far – we love bertie…..we are always waiting for the next piece of the story.
How many Bertie stories can we hope for?
Thanks for sharing these stories with us – bedtime has much improved as a result!
September 20, 2006
Thanks Sam. We are of course delighted that you like the Bertie stories. We were worried that this one might be a bit too grown-up – with its satire on the press and the Royal Family – so it’s good to hear that your family likes it. We plan to keep doing the Bertie stories for as long as they still seem entertaining. Natasha enjoys reading them, and we sometimes have to stop the recording while she sniggers. We are planning a Bertie book for Christmas. It’s our big project which always seems to run into delays – but we are getting there. The illustrations look really nice.
wow – you guys are quick to respond…..sam’s only 3 – pretty clever but i’m not sure he’s fully on top of the satire – but its the story he currently asks for every night (although he does always ask if there is a new one) –
we’re listening from toronto, canada – and watching for the published versions of your books
September 21, 2006
story nory is really helpul to study english. could you post the text script of each story? I found some stories don’t have the script on this site. thank you.
October 12, 2006
It’s a wonderful site. wouldn’t it better if you could have the text for all the stories available?
November 30, 2006
It was a very good story.
January 3, 2007
Glad you like Bertie on Holiday. It’s one of our favourites too!
this story was super duper
but i did not like that you made princess Beatrice say that you were yucky and a horrid green reptile, i thought that she liked all creatures? not just the small, cute, fluffy ones???? well keep that in mind when you write another story, that princes Beatrice should like all creatures, big or small, fluffy or not
that would make her sweeter.
All in all i love story nory, i listen to it every night, it helps me sleep better.
March 13, 2007
Melenie, so glad you like storynory and that it helps you to sleep. This is what we love to hear. Beatrice isn’t quite as perfect as some people say, and this is a bit sad, especially for a green reptile like Bertie. If she has time to think, of course she loves all creatures, but her first reaction at seeing a frog in the room is complete horror. She did manage to kiss Grandpa Tommy Frog in Bertie’s Halloween story though.
It was very good story.
I will wait for next stories.
March 27, 2007
Thanks a lot
April 26, 2007
But where the full text ?!
April 26, 2007
gee nice story really liked it
is there any text
May 11, 2007
bertie,I feel bad that princess beatrice treated u like that. you should be treated with more respect. i know how u feel. i love story nory i realy, truly, do. you are the best frog in the world. tell natasha she is very sweet to tell us stories with love,
May 14, 2007
I agree with you Cherish!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂
Happy girl —
May 23, 2007
Hi [again] I really might be bothering you but I just live to write comments! But can I just ask you 1 question will there be any more bertie storys because there my favourite! I think this website is really cool because you do it for free! unlike most websites. I think Natasha is a great story teller on this website too and I like all the characters.
October 15, 2007
You don’t both us at all – we live to receive comments.
There will indeed be more Bertie Stories. We don’t want to do to many so that we can keep the quality high – but there will certainly be a couple more before the end of the year.
Somebody suggested Colin in Love – and I think that might be the next one.
Off to bed now, as it’s late here on the pond, so don’t be offended if any comments later this evening don’t receive immediate replies.
prince Bertie really is the best frog EVER I agree with
star gril —
December 21, 2007
prince Bertie really is the best frog EVER I agree with
December 21, 2007
I’ve listened to other audio stoties with elaborate music in the background and I didn’t enjoy them as much as those you tell thanks a lot .I just wish you to keep going on. Bye!
January 1, 2008
This story is very entertaining.I like it very much.I don’t really like the part where Prince Bertie turns into a human then back to a frog.Also,your stories are the best.Whoever made up storynory is very clever.
Hi!!!! I just wanted to know if I could mention your website on mine. I run a site that has other cool sites to check out. I love your stories even though I’m 10 and so do my brother and sister!! Make more stories!!
A miser sold all that he had and bought a lump of gold, which he buried in a hole in the ground by the side of an old wall and went to look at daily. One of his workmen observed his frequent visits to the spot and decided to watch his movements. He soon discovered the secret of the hidden treasure, and digging down, came to the lump of gold, and stole it. The Miser, on his next visit, found the hole empty and began to tear his hair and to make loud lamentations. A neighbor, seeing him overcome with grief and learning the cause, said, “Pray do not grieve so; but go and take a stone, and place it in the hole, and fancy that the gold is still lying there. It will do you quite the same service; for when the gold was there, you had it not, as you did not make the slightest use of it.”
You can go on to ‘Bertie meets father Christmas’ and answer my latest comment!!
Your loyal fan
January 17, 2009
I love Bertie stories 3 cheers for Bertie hip hip hooray hip hip hooray hip hip hooray.
January 23, 2009
***Answer me Bertie!!!!***
I love this story!!!
Only I wish there was more pictures to it.
When’s the next story??
February 5, 2009
**answer me Bertie~~**
could you put more pictures in this storynoy??
February 5, 2009
Hi Michelle, I don’t always reply right away because perhaps I’m asleep or busy… I’m not ignoring your comments. We are adding more illustrations, but it’s taking time. Bertie Valentine will soon have three new pics – so look out for those. Glad you like the stories. All the best Hugh
Why did you glance at Princess Beatrice? You could have still stayed a prince. And, maybe, even married the Princess Beatrice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please reply soon(And I mean it!Soon!)
February 26, 2009
WOW! I use this audiobook for listening. It’s very useful.
March 26, 2009
Bertie can’t you become a prince and say about that story? I really like storys now but I’d like it more if it was that good.
April 1, 2009
Bertie, where are you live in?
Your No.1 fan,
July 24, 2009
Bertie, when will Beatrice kiss you!
July 25, 2009
She did kiss Bertie on valentine (dream)
July 25, 2009
can you make a story of how you & natasha met?
neil (lego monster) —
September 11, 2009
Dear Neil (lego monster) Many thanks for your comments and the suggestion. It might be giving away a secret to say how Natasha became Bertie’s storyteller by the pond… but we’ll think about that one. We have a new pondlife story coming up soon – about Tim the Tadpole – so look out for that !
i do not like the w.Q. i like you bertie!
p.s. my name i neil to so anser them to!
neil (lego monster) —
September 11, 2009
FROGget the i ok?
( do you like my joke`s to?)
neil (lego monster) —
September 11, 2009
I really love you stories and your voice,
But I’d also wish you can read a story about Bertie being a prince once more, and marry princess Beatrice, and maybe some stories about his Royal life again.
September 15, 2009
Dear Shannon, If we do Bertie becoming a prince again, that could be the end of the Bertie stories. But you do have a good suggestion that we could do more about him being a prince. At the moment, we’ve still got more tales to tell about when he WAS a prince, and about him being a frog…. but one day…. Thank you !
i like it . It was nice scary. It was the best ghost story i have ever read
January 11, 2010
ok but could be better
February 7, 2010
my daughter loves all of your stories but she hates it when natasha says “from me natasha bye bye” i cant stand it ether so we try to tern it of before you say “from me natasha bye bye” so could you please stop saying it – Sheila
February 26, 2010
Dear Sheila, the stories we are currently recording with Richard don’t have a sing-song bye bye, and when Natasha comes back we will think about changing it. It’s a legacy of the early days of Storynory, and a bit of a trade mark. As the site progressed, we have done the stories in a more and more grown-up way, and that’s largely down to Natasha’s taste and skill. It appears that our audience is a little older than a few years ago.
This is a great site with stories for all ages. Your audience probably just grew up as well as getting newcomers. I, myself, just recently turned thirteen, but I still adore the stories. I’ve got loads on my iPod. Please keep on making great stories for everyone. You’re not limited to one age. Keep up the great work!
Marvel Girl —
July 14, 2015
Jana Elizabeth —
July 14, 2015
hey bertie! i know your secret identity! it is natasha!
ha i live in America an dew not wut you too say those werds Bertie an i thace thers people that thace Beatrice is not beautifier
April 20, 2011
You know Caleb, I am American too and I find you extremely rude. In fact, I am sort of ashamed that I read your comment. In fact, I think that stories are wonderful for artistic people who appreciate things. Maybe you’re not one, sorry.
April 30, 2011
Bertie do you have a story on how you becamebthe prince and you married princess Beatrice …… But I think that was on the last chapter Don’t you think?…
Pls. make a story about it thxs…I’m also quite a dork kind of a fan of books cause I’m #1 in chinese and english in our school….. Also a fan of princesses and princes …….. Bye I’m gonna sleep…thxs. for chatting along…. Pls. reply…. Sincerely ,
your #1 fan
When are the next bertie story coming?
November 10, 2012
I just recently found out about this amazing website!
My parents and I love to listen to your storynorys.
However, I was wondering if there will be anymore
stories, like this one, that are geared toward an
older audience. Please reply.
Suzie Q —
November 12, 2012
Dear Suzie, I think our Bertie stories have a few that are aimed at a slightly older age group, such as Bertie in Siberia, Bertie and the General.
I would like to tell you the story I had written
In Yorkshire, there lived a middle-class lady named Ginnelle who had beautiful twin daughters, Steffi and Sophia.
Although twins do and like almost the same things, theese differed in Mannersyou see. Steffi was well mannered, but not Sophia. Infact, she would explode whenever she saw Steffi treating others so kindly. As Steffi was so kind and always helpful, she had no idea of all the wicked plans and thoughts that were roaming in Sophia’s rude mind all day.
One day their mother sent them for a walk on a nearby mountainside. She packed some homemade apple pie and mango juice in two baskets.
The girls soon set of for the mountain. On their way they met a lady who wore a dress that was held together with wines and was made out of leaves.
She was actually a fairy who had disguised herself as an old woman and had come to test the girls. She asked the girls, “ what do you have in your baskets?” Sophia answered “Why should I tell you? But Steffi interrupted & said “I have some homemade apple pie and mango juice would you like to have some?
Yes answered the fairy and they sat down and shared the food.
After the meal the old woman said “I want to reward you both. Take these two pots and climb up to the moutain top, enter the pure white marble castle, and fill your pots with whatever you like from the chests out there.”
Excitedly the girls accepted the pots and hastened up the mountain to the castle, filled the pots with jewels, pearls, and lots of other precious stones and returned home.
They called out to their mother and opened the pots. Steffi’s pot was beaming with jewels whereas Sophia’s pot was filled with mud and stones. She was shocked and realised that the old woman was none other than a fairy. She felt miserable and decided to mend her ways.
That’s the end
August 10, 2013
Dear Bertie, did you like the story?
Grrr I won’t listen to storynory if you insalt American ways!
I think the nation will last longer if the citizens choose a leader. The reason I think this is that to be elected president,you have to get the most votes,and to get a lot of votes, you have to get alot of people to follow you,and to get people to follow you,you have to make people think you are a smart,quick-wihted,and make good decisions about financial crisis and other disasters,and you have to get people to trust you, and to do that you have to think like your followers or people who might follow you,you have to put yourself in there shoes-how do they feel about tax-are there any weid laws you should change-is there something I’m doing wrong_what would life be like if you didn’t enter politics. Basically only great leaders are elected president!
February 25, 2014
Dear Jilo Thanks for your interesting comments. Storynory does have a quite a lot of a very British quality called “irony.”
Bertie, do you really have any books published? that would be sooooo awesome! my siblings and i would really enjoy the storys, and we have been hoping that you would do some books,like some Katie, Bertie, Astropup, and Gladys treasurys! please get back to me!:-)
March 21, 2015
Dear Hermione, I am thinking about writing some books – just have to write twice as fast to do the book and the podcast
So nice! I wish he stayed a prince. My cousin thinks that borus should be the star of the Bertie stories but I disagree.
I almost think that Bertie’s name should Bertie the brave. And borus should be borus the bucket! Hahaha! Love from Jennifer s.n. Make more storys!
Jenifer s.n. —
March 29, 2015
More storys Bertie
April 30, 2015
I don’t think a republic is silly
May 13, 2015
What’s a Creme Egg?
Marvel Girl —
July 14, 2015
A creme egg is a chocolate dessert.. Very sweet and sticky centre.
Jana Elizabeth —
July 14, 2015
yeah i’ve had a creme egg before! they are so yummy!
August 4, 2015
We are an republic I’m happy about that. That dose not mean prince birtty should have it to can’t sleep with out storynory ore TV BEST
August 11, 2015
I love this story!!!!!it was really nice !!!!!!!!!!!
Peace out !
December 23, 2015
I really like to listen to storynory! I Am not very well and it makes me happy!
January 2, 2016
Awesome story Natasha i love listening to Bertie stories and wicked uncle and zoo
Ellie Kerans —
January 20, 2016
We don’t have queens or kings in my country but we do have a president.??
Sophie Kay —
March 6, 2016
I just wanted to say that
I greatly admire you and your stories. I read a new story every day, and each day I become more fascinated with your writing. I share these stories with my fellow peers, and they all agree that the Bertie stories are amazing. Thank you for many great stories.
PS Please respond when you are able to?
Bertie Fan —
March 23, 2016
Dear Bertie Fan
I am most flattered by your kind words. Thank you. Every writer wants people to like their stories – and when they do it all feels worth while.