Listening to this one earlier, I noticed something. A noise, behind the entire story, not unpleasant, entirely, but a nuisance, distracting, and not unfamiliar. And then it hits: The dog, oft noted in these recordings, had used the moments of storytelling to enjoy an early repast. And given the fact that a) the dog lacks lips and b) dog food is crunchy, this provided a good backing track that might have interrupted your listening enjoyment.
And so, until now unprecedented in the history of Miette and Her Bedtime Stories, consider yourself presented with an entirely re-recorded story, for your listening pleasure.
And yes, even twice-over, I couldn’t come anywhere near decent troubled-urban-youth accents. Which you may consider a laugh. At my happy and grateful expense.
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