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Bertie and the General
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You will hear some history and a good yarn in this story, which is largely set on the Greek Island of Crete. The island which is now a popular holiday destination was the scene of a World War II Battle in 1941. Bertie hears the story from an old general. Then he manages to connect up the past with the present.
Prince Bertie can sometimes be rather spoilt and rude. I am sorry to say it, but it’s true. But deep down, he has a very good heart, as this touching story shows.
And we will let you into a secret – the plot about finding an old war comrade is based on a true story.
Read by Natasha. Duration 23 minutes. Story by Bertie.
Hello this is Natasha and I’m dropping by with a rather special story that I picked up from the pond where Prince Bertie the frog lives. Just recently, as I was sitting dangling my feet in the cool water, I overheard Tim the Tadpole ask Bertie if he had ever been in the army when he was a human prince.
“Oh no,” said Bertie. “I never went in for all that spit and polish, marching up and down, shouldering arms sort of stuff. In any case, I was always rather a peace-loving prince.”
Tim hung his little pin-sized head looking rather disappointed. “Oh” he said. “You see, I was hoping that you could tell me some exciting stories about fighting in battles and stuff.”
Bertie thought hard and mused:
“My stories aren’t really about fighting. But come to think of it. I did once make friends with an old army general. Shall I tell you about him?”
“Oh yes please,” begged Tim.
And all the pond life, whether they be scaly, feathery, or just plain slimy, gathered around to hear the story of how Bertie met the General. And if you like history, then I think there’s a good chance that you will enjoy it too.
It all began one evening, when Bertie was in his room at the top of the north tower in the palace, practising his electric guitar. He had a small amplifier, but he turned it up to full volume so that it jumped up and down across the room as he thrashed out chords and played string bending solos.
[play up solo guitar music] .
Perhaps Bertie wasn’t the world’s finest musician, but in his imagination he was on stage before an entire stadium packed with adoring fans. It was only when he paused for breath that he heard a loud drumming on his door.
“I expect that’s Beatrice,” he thought. “she’s loving my music.”
But as it turned out, his visitor was a rather grumpy old gentleman. He wasn’t very tall, and he was slightly built – almost like a boy – but he had a straight back and piercing blue eyes. He wore a brass-buttoned blazer, trousers with perfect creases, and shiny black shoes. He said:
“Will you kindly turn that racket down? I’m at the other end of the palace and I can’t hear myself think.”
“Er sorry,” said Bertie. And he decided to unplug his guitar and sit down to write a letter to Beatrice Although he saw the princess every day, he liked to send her stories and poems.
It was only when the gentleman had gone, that Bertie thought “Funny, I’ve never seen that old geezer before. I wonder who he is and what he’s doing in the palace?”
He didn’t give the matter any more thought until the following weekend. Bertie and Princess Beatrice were roller-blading in the park. Beatrice skated like a ballet dancer, doing pretty pirouettes and weaving elegantly between paper cups placed in a row on the ground. Bertie’s style was more like a hockey player , swishing from side to side as he gathered breakneck speed and scattered walkers and their dogs out of his way. Local kids hung out with them and they exchanged moves and tricks. I don’t think any of them realised that Bertie and Beatrice were prince and princess.
Bertie was doing the return loop on one of his high speed runs when a figure stepped out waving a stick at him. Bertie had to swerve to miss the man, and he turned round to give him a piece of his mind.
“Hey you nearly caused an accident,” he called out. And then he noticed that it was the same old man who had asked him to turn down his guitar. “You again!” he exclaimed. “Are you haunting me or what?”
And the old man replied.
“Mind your lip young fellow. It’s you that nearly caused an accident with your speeding along the public footpath.”
Now sometimes Bertie can be a bit hot-tempered. This was one of those occasions. His fury took control of his tongue and he said some things that he really shouldn’t have said like:
“You silly old fool. You should get out of the way of those who are younger and better, or you shouldn’t complain when you get squashed. “
The old gentleman wasn’t standing for language like this. His eye was twitching with uncontrollable emotion:
“Do you know who I am? I”m General Mike “Killer” Rogers – there you didn’t know that did you? See that ribbon. That’s a medal, boy. The King’s father pinned that on my chest in 1945 for actions beyond the call of duty in the face of the enemy. I’m not scared of a young punk like you.”
“P-punk?” stuttered Bertie. “I’ll have you know the King is my father. I’m Prince Bertie. And you might have been a solider once, but now you’re just a historical relic. You should be in a museum. That’s where you belong.”
“Well if the King’s your father, then I’m going to see him right away and tell him that his son needs to learn some manners!”
And the general marched briskly off in the direction of the palace. The other kids crowded round and said things like “cool man,” and “are you really Prince Bertie?” Only Beatrice hung back and didn’t look at all pleased. She was still wearing a frown as they sat down to unlace their roller blade boots.
“What’s up with you?” asked Bertie in a tetchy voice, and the Princess replied:
“You were really rude to that old man. I was quite embarrassed. You might be a prince, Bertie, but you should still show respect to elders, especially a brave old soldier. “
And Bertie felt quite ashamed, because he realised that Beatrice was right. He had been rude because he had lost his temper.
Back at the palace, Bertie made some enquires and found at that the old man was not only a general, but a national hero, and had been decorated not just once, but many times for bravery. He was 90 years old, and after his wife had died, the King gave him a room in the palace. It was called a ‘grace and favour’ apartment, and only those who had performed great service to their country could receive one of them.
Bertie, with some trepidation in his heart, went to knock on the general’s door. He found himself looking straight into the old man’s piercing blue gaze. It was rather scary, but Bertie worked up the courage to say:
“Sir, I’ve come to apologise. I’m sorry that I was rude, and I promise to try harder to control my temper in future.’
The general looked him up and down, like he was inspecting him on parade. Eventually he said: .
“Boy. A gracious apology deserves and gracious acceptance. Let’s be friends. Come in and sit down. Cup of tea? The kettle’s just brewing up.”
What Bertie really wanted to do, was to get away as fast as possible. He thought he would go and tell Beatrice that he had apologised and then all would be OK again with the princess. They could spend the evening swapping mp3s. But then, he felt he had to do as the old man asked, or risk being rude again. So he stepped inside..
The walls of the general’s apartment were covered with military prints of soldiers with twirly whiskers and warlike faces, wearing red jackets and tall bearskin hats. Some were standing on parade, others riding prancing horses.
“That’s my regiment, the King’s Own 7th Hussars,” said the general proudly. “We saw off Napoleon – not me personally of course – even I’m not that old. But it’s history that holds a regiment together and gives it pride. Remember that young man. Respect the past and the future will be kind to you.
“ History is my favourite subject,” said Bertie. “I expect you’ve made a bit of it yourself. Would you mind telling me how you won that medal that you mentioned?’
The general waved his hand, and blushed almost like a girl.
“Oh that was nothing really. Just a small spot of bother with a machine gun nest. “
Bertie judged that the General did not really want to talk about that incident, ‘You must have been jolly brave all the same… ‘ he said. ‘ And who might this be? ” He had picked up an old photograph in a silver frame. It showed a ferocious looking warrior dressed in somewhat Eastern clothes, with baggy trousers, a black tasselled headscarf, and a wide silk belt with various exotic and antique weapons tucked into it. He held a rifle fixed with a long bayonet. A strap of bullets was slung diagonally over his chest.
“Him? Why – that’s Aleko Kostakis- the best friend I ever had,” said the general. Bertie was amazed that the general had known a man like that, because the photograph looked at least a hundred years old, and he asked him to tell the tale. This was a yarn that the old man was more than happy to spin. Bertie could see that once he had got the old man reminiscing, he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He settled into his armchair and dunked his biscuit into his tea. The old general began:
“It was World War Two, 1941; the battle for Crete, an island in the Mediterranean sea, south of Greece. It was , indeed, the biggest shambles I ever took part in. Our top generals got their wires completely crossed, and in a right old tangle. Thousands of German soldiers landed by parachute. For a day we fought them off. Cretan villagers piled in, attacking the enemy with pitch folks and ancient Turkish muskets. But then it was us who were on the run. Chaos was the order of the day. The Allies were scrambling onto boats while being strafed from the air. Mortar shells were landing all over the place. My orders were to remain behind with my men and hold off the enemy as long as we could. Someone had to do it, to give the others a chance to get away, and my company drew the short straw. When the last boat was gone, I headed for the mountains.
“ I staggered on up a rocky ravine, heading for the snow-capped peaks. The way up was steep and the sun was blistering hot. I thought I might very well die of thirst , and finally I was rewarded by the sweet gurgling of a mountain stream. I sat down and scooped up the cool water in my hands. Just as I was rejoicing in this gift of life, I heard a man’s voice behind me. Unfortunately, he was speaking in German. I turned round, and found myself looking into the barrel of a rifle. I slowly lifted my hands above my head. The German solider called for his friends, but as he was shouting, a bullet whistled between us and smacked into the ground. Luckily for me, the Jerry’s first instinct was to dive for cover behind a tree. I ran across the stream and hid myself among some boulders. The unseen sniper kept the enemy pinned down, until darkness fell, and they slipped away. It was only then that I met the man who had saved me.
“You’ve seen his picture. He looked even more exotic by the light of the moon – like something out of a poem by Lord Byron. The Turks had ruled Crete for a long while, and they had left their Eastern influence on the what passed for the local fashion. I held out my hand to shake his, and he embraced me like a long lost friend and gave me a bristly kiss on either cheek. He led me back to his village. Although it was dark, he sprang his way across the slopes like a mountain goat. I spent all the next day sleeping on the floor of his family house. Aleko’s mother boiled goat’s meat in my honour. It was probably the worst tasting food that I have ever eaten in my life – but I was truly grateful for it. It was too dangerous to remain in the village, and after dark , Aleko led me – now dressed in Cretan clothes like his own – to a cave. This hideout was my home for the next six months. Each day, Aleko brought me food and wine, gave me some words of Greek, and taught me to dance in the Cretan style. He played a shepherd’s lyre and sang ballads celebrating Crete’s greatest robbers and brigands. I think some of them had hidden out in that very same cave. He called me by the Greek name Mikhalis.
“War is an ugly thing. It’s mostly about hatred and killing, but it’s also the time when you make the closest friends of your life. A soldier truly loves his comrades-in-arms, Bertie. That’s what danger does. It brings you together.”
The old general paused to wipe a tear from his blue eye before he finished his story.
“Later that year ,the Allies started to infiltrate agents back onto the island. Eventually they got me off on a boat back to Cairo.”
Bertie is a bit of a connoisseur of stories, but he had never before heard an account from an old solider who had actually taken part in a war . It was like meeting somebody out of the pages of a history book.
“And what became of Aleko?” he asked. The old man sighed.
“He sent me this picture after the war, but I’m afraid the years went by, and we lost contact. Now I’m an old man left alone with my regrets, and one of them is that I did not make more of an effort to keep in touch. I expect he’s dead now, like the best of them.”
That night when Bertie was lying in bed, he wondered what it would feel like to be a young man sent into war, chaos, and danger. He thought how precious friends were, and how important it was to keep track of them as the years went by. He played back the general’s words in his head: “he’s probably dead now”. As he did so, he remembered something that he had once read – that although the people of Crete drink, smoke, and drive more recklessly than anyone else in Europe – they also live the longest. The secret of their longevity is a mystery. Some say it’s the clean mountain air. Some say it’s the water. Still others say it’s because they eat a fish oil called omega three. But whatever the reason, it occurred to Bertie that Aleko might well live to be 100.
At the start of the long vacation, Bertie packed his rucksack and flew on a plane packed with holiday makers to Crete. He took a taxi up to Aleko’s village into the mountains. Greek music blared out on the car radio as they sped round the hairpin bends, and Bertie gazed across at the steep rocky valleys, the soaring blue skies, and the mountain goats who walked almost vertically up the cliffs to nibble at scraggy shrubbery. They passed through several half-deserted villages, each one with a war memorial, until at last, high up above a ravine, they reached Aleko’s village. It was a scorchingly hot afternoon, and nobody was on the street apart from a sleepy-looking dog. The village had one shop that sold a few essentials, like Cola and sticks of chewing gum. The shop keeper spoke only Greek, but he did recognise the words ‘Aleko Costakis’.
“Rethymnon, Rethymnon,” he said. That was the name of the town where Bertie was staying. He called the taxi driver to take down an address.
Later that evening, Bertie walked up a dark staircase, and rang a rusty old door bell. A middle aged man answered. Bertie felt embarrassed.
‘Er, Aleko Costakis’, he said.
“You want to see my father?” replied the man.
“Yes, I have news of his old friend, Mike Rogers. “
“You mean Mikhalis? His old war friend? My father has spoken about him many times. Come in.”
Bertie came into the dark, cramped flat, and found an old man sitting by the chair. He didn’t look anything like as fierce as his picture, taken seventy years earlier. He had silver hair and a matching moustache. His face wore a kind smile. His great grandson was playing on the floor at his feet.
“Papa,” said the man who had opened the door. His name was Manousos. He spoke to his father in Greek. Bertie heard the word “Mikhalis” and the old man got to his feet with surprising agility. Bertie found himself engulfed in hugs and kisses, as if he himself was the long-lost friend. Manousos started to send out texts on his mobile phone. Sons and and daughters, grandsons and grand-daughters, were soon round at the little flat – and of course they brought the great grandchildren too. There was lots of chopping, stirring and cooking going on in the kitchen, and pretty soon a feast appeared on the table. Aleko brought out his shepherd’s lyre and started to play it. The family stamped their feet and clapped their hands. Neighbours came to join in. Bertie sang along as best as he could to the same songs that Aleko had taught Mikhalis during the war.
All this celebration just for the messenger from a long-lost friend! Bertie wondered if they could put on any more warmth and hospitality if Mikhalis himself was there. A month later, Bertie found out that they could. He escorted Mikhalis – now General Mike Rogers – to Crete to be reunited with the friend he had not seen since 1941.
The old comrades recognised each other instantly. The passing years had stolen their hair and dug lines into their faces. but they were the same soldiers who now hugged one another. The smiles on their old faces were the purest expressions of delight that Bertie had ever seen.
Manousos drove them up into the mountains to rediscover their old haunts. The old comrades stooped to enter the dark cave where they had hidden out when they were both young, full of vigour, and surrounded by danger. It wasn’t the most luxurious pad on earth, but it was a home full of memories.
As they came out, they stood together in the mouth of the cave for photographs, with arms over each other’s shoulders, reunited after all those years.
Bertie can you put up some roald dahl books ohh please
I love it very much. please ,I beg your purdon make many stories like this
If Natasha knows what Bertie is saying, why can’t other people such as Princess Beatrice understand him? If Princess Beatrice could, then they would be reunited again!
This is the best web site ever.
If Natasha can understand what Bertie says, can’t Princess Beartrice understand him also?
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when will there be a new Katie story,Bertie?
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can you make new characters and new stories because this one is interesting and i am new to storynory.com so canyoumake new stories pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez?
Hey bertie are there more storys like this one it is sssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooooooooo fun.
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Dear Yasmine, there will be a new Katie story, but we are really sorry it’s going to take at least a couple of weeks.
Hello Bertie can u plz answer my question
Is there going to be a new Katie story
Plz answer I have sent a lot of comments and questions but u never answer
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mago used your website bertie
dear bertie will there be more berties?
Hi Fatima. Bertie has to stay loyal to his Beatrice.. but maybe another character could fall in love with a Princess Fatima…
WOW i love love love bertie story’s can 1 have a princess named Fatima who he falls in love with?! please
Omg!! SO WIERD! omg OF COURSE THIS WEBSITE WOULDNT READ HP! So copyright yo
it was ok
Hello
Thank you for listening Bertie and the general is an important tale in the Ordinary tales, as Bertie learns a lot about the importance for the army.
You may also enjoy listening to Bertie’s car.
Thanks for listening
Bye Bye
N *
briliant
This is a coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool story. I love this stoy.
can you do mark twain stories?
Woah ! This is one of the best Bertie stories. Bertie pleease do more stories i dont think 30 is enough.
Dear Taj, there will be more Bertie before Christmas, PROMISE !
Please do more Bertie story’s I’ve listened to them all?
IT is quite hard
awsome but when will there be another bertie story?by bertie.
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Hello Maya and listeners
Bertie and the General is a strong chapter in the Bertie
series. And there is the latest story audio Bertie in Siberia, just published you can listen to.
Unfortunately modern day story authors like Jk Rowling
Can’t be read as they are in copy wright.
And we like to make up own stories on Storynory, that is why we have
the Bertie stories in our Originals section and there you will find others too.
Thanks for following the stories,
Bye
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The whole story is magic. As many others here.
But I have to highlight:
And all the pond life, whether they be scaly, feathery, or just plain slimy, gathered around to hear the story
or:
They could spend the evening swapping mp3s.
My former friend Kaz from Penguin would say to me: You are sick, you are ill to think of this that way. But I do. And it is fun. Soon I’ll contribute a few dollars.
Crackers, very soon..
I love Bertie. It’s been ever so long since there has been a new Bertie story. Will there be any more?
Beautiful story. Loved it.
Thank you,
Dear Maya Cool, I’m sorry but Harry Potter really is in copyright (which roughly means we don’t have permission to read it)..
love the stories Good work.
Could you reade a harry potter storie Pleasse
I am suche a big fans of this wepsite i tell all my
friends about you so if you can reade a Harry potter
storie maybe Harry potter and the order of phinex.
If you like after you but this storie i will ask my
dad and my friends if there can give a donations.
Thanks a lot!!!!!!
when will the next story come out bertie?!
Dear Prince Bertie the Frog,
This story was very nice, but when will the next story come out?
Please reply soon.
Diana.W
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tis is epic!!!!! if you are sad life give you a lemon. make lemonade. if life is sad give it a lemon.
i like tissz
Hi Victor….. I’ve answered this question so many times…. when I turn back into a prince, that will be the last story, and I don’t plan it any time soon with my “writer” hat on… as from the point of view of being a frog with Colin the Carp for company, the sooner the better .
Bertie answer my question!
Boring
Bertie when are you going to write about you turning into a prince?
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bertie is just so awesome
I like it!
wacky lol
MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IS COOOL
so cooooooooooooool!
This is the last one! Oh WOW! make a nother one ! right now!
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i hate that story it’s rubbish and boring x
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When are you going to have another Bertie story?
I love this site:)
Dear Lillian,
I’m thinking of a Katie New Year story about Witch’s New Year which is the longest day of the year and when they have to renew their powers.
This little insight is especially for you. I don’t normally give much away in advance.
I am so glad you like our stories.
Oh Bertie could u answer me just this one time i’ve wrriten sooo maany messages and u never answer ;(
Plese tell me when will there be a new Bertie or Katie stories???…will there ever be more of those stories?
please im desperate for you to answer me
Just once! only this time Please!!!! i totaly love this side and the most bertieand katie!!!!!!
Please answer :( :) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE <3
COOOL!!
This is my first time coming here. I have to say this website is terrific! I’m loving it !
This story is wonderfull i hope there will be more bertie stories since i’ve listend to all of them! and i really like all of them!When will there be more of berties stories?? please anserw me!!!
XOXO Lilian <3 :) <3 :) <3 :)
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awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
nice.
Dear Kendra, I’m glad you like this because it’s one of my absolute favourites – along with Bertie and the General.
Great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
your stories are wonderfull. thank you.it was awsome
I CANNOT DOWNLOAD AUDIO STORIES
It so cool!
COOL AWSOME
It has been long since you have sent out a new bertie story. Can you soon?
the best story ever.
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Dear Percy Jackson, I live in hope. Thank you for asking.
I like this story. Will Bertie become a prince? Ever? A lot of people listen. Bertie rite back please.
hi bertie ,
it was awesome. hope to hear more bertie stories.
:)
- sharanya
hey bertie,do you ever turn back to a prince
good luck
meisie
It makes me I’m looking at the TV that it is about very scary war progrem.
Nice story!!!
It makes me thought of war in China,almost same meaning.
it was nice mortor shells ha ha .bye bye
Bertie if you want to hear it just repiy and will repiy back!
I have a story but not intirely.:)
Hi, I’m Ning and I am new to storynory.
It is great. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE this story.
thanks, Im learning English with this stories, Im from Southamerica.
Hi Dians, I’m glad you like Bertie and the General so much. It’s one of my favourites too.
Nice story
I always hear it everyday.
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Dear Corina, I am really sorry that I haven’t replied before, and I suppose I must plead guilty to replying most often to the more pushy people…. which is not to encourage you to be pushy! Thanks ever so much for your kind comment about this story. It’s a story that means a lot to me for all sorts of reasons which are a bit complicated to go into, but I do think it’s our best ever Bertie story. So I really do appreciate your comment – and your sister’s.
Hey Bertie, my sister said it was good, and she was wrong. IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Corina
P.S Please answer this. I haven’t EVER gotten a answer. Please?!
This is a great story! Thanks a lot bertie. You are able to tell very wonderful stories with a lot of details. Please tell more.
Thanks
hi I love the book I reaallllly want tooooooo buy it! :)
I thought this story was AMMAAZZINNGGG . i would reaad iitt aaaaaggaain :)
I love dis story because it tells you 2 respect ur elders AND it also keep contact with ur frenz even though u have not seen dem since a long time IIIIIIIIIII LLLOOOVVVEEE IIITTT
i really enjoyed the story.
i did whatch bertie and the general totally wierd aksent there. Oh my word it was kind of wierd and goofy and i kind of lost track of the story until the end. but when i thought about it in the end of the story i kind of liked it. And so best wishes to you bertie and to storynory.com wishing you good luck for finding sponsors.
I love the serias such As…..
Bertie and the General
Bertie and the Boot Camp
Bertie and the Merchant of Palmyra
Tim The Tadpole’s Exams
Bertie’s Car
Sadie’s Broken Heart
toni, More Awaking beauty coming up in a week or so. More Katie I hope later on.
2 Bertie-
could you please publish some mystery stories. like find a series and read a chapter at a time
i luv mysteries
plus please publish more katie stories and more awaking beauty
please reply!
awwww too bad
Hi michelle no competition in near future I am afraid
thank you Bertie ^^
OH please reply!
younes well done on getting wordpress.we made our own theme / style but there are a great many you can choose from
hi my name is vasanti i think the story is absolutely fablous
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hi bertie, now i have wordpress and i want you to give my name of this style which you use in storynory plz
oh! it so greatful to meat your friends after 25 or 50 years
give me yor id bertie
please reply
Dear Bertie,
Err…I just, uh, wanted to ask if there’s another writing competition.
reply soon please!
Michelle
Nice story.
great story, happy ending. but… waste of my eye
Hi Toni, you will find some other recent stories with Natasha
http://storynory.com/2010/05/16/bertie-and-the-boot-camp/
http://storynory.com/2010/06/07/the-desolate-island/
http://storynory.com/2010/05/30/dido-and-aeneas/
cool
YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY NATASHA IS BACK
IVE MISSED HER SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
GREAT STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Franco, i know that Natasha read some phrases a little too quickly. I will ask her to be careful. She did however put in a great artistic performance for this I think.
Hello Bertie, nice story! Please, if possible, to read a little more slowly. I’m 73 years old and I study English for a short time. Thank you. Hello by Frank
? the story and bertie’s guitar playing. Can you give me a hint about what the next story will be??
I like it ……
I LOVE IT BECOUSE IT IS A REMAINDER FOR YUNG PEOPLE
TO RESPECT THEIR ELDERS END EVERY ONE.
End for me is so good. I am just learning english en I Can get the pronuciation than kyou.
That was a great story! Never seen anything like it! I like the part when the old friends reunite with each other. It was the best part. I was glad that you apoligize to the ancient general, Bertie. No offense but you were quite rude back there! I was so surprise. Although you are a prince, Bertie, it doesn’t mean that you can yell at the general, expecially when he is your elder. In Viet Nam, most of the children respect their elder quite well. Were you glad that you accept the ancient general’s invitation? Also, what did General Rogers mean by “the Jerry”?
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michelle I’m glad you like this story both natasha and I put a lot into it. Elizabeth is very busy acting in measure for measure until july 4th so we can’t do the next awaking until then.
and i want to ask you about what’s name of this script you use in stroynory.com because i have a website and i want a one to use it.
and thank you for anyway
this is a great story !!
thanks storynory.com
I love, love, love this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But i sorta want another ‘awaking beauty’ story. can’t you do it a bit earlier than july 4th?
PUH-LEASE REPLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michelle
Thank you 4th class, it’s really nice when a whole class listens to our stories
We thought it was really interesting. It was a nice mix of old and new. We really liked how they welcomed Bertie in Greece. We also liked that the two friends met in the end. Thank you!!
Dear Snowfall, I’m really glad you liked this story. I lot went into it. I am sorry about the Urdu translation. I thought I had added it following instructions form Google Language API, but it doesn’t seem to have worked. I’m wondering why at the moment.
Awesome, I like this story very much, when i read this story Imaginations created in my mind about the characters and scenes. I am still waiting for Urdu translation.
Thanks
First comment!
1st! great story
this seems like a good story i will tell you if i liked it hopfuly its like mantracker!