Halloooooo. Bonjour?

Such silent sheeps there are, so still. Not much do they chatter and chirp? Woozil King? Friend Crow?

[Her voice is tinged with the tired complaint of a child who's been made to walk too far, and just wants to ride on someone's shoulders the rest of the way.]

Liiiiiion? Est-ce que tu sais où il est? Come out, come out.

[The recording runs in near silence for a while, only the sounds of the morning. And then a shriek. Her voice turns frantic.]Up, ( Read more... )

[Singing again.]

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.

[A pause. The quick slap of bare feet on wet payment and then a slight pause and colossal splash. Giggling follows, helpless giggling.]

Come back, Needly-nose! Tea time it is, yes, yes?

Hmph. Smarty long-legger.

[She slips back into singing before the recording times out.]

[The voice that sings is light and off-pitch. Young. Each line is almost an unsteady question.]

Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous?

[Even more tentative.]

...Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines... Sonnez les...

[Her voice fades to silence, and when it resumes, she's talking quickly. Firmly.]Lion? Wandered off all snicker-snacked, he did. ( Read more... )