Rural American Family Audiobook

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Description

A selection from a rural narrative of a young boy with 12 fingers finding his way through life.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US South)

Transcript

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Rana Paul Jessup was born with an extra finger on each hand. His brothers and father used to say that Ronnie Paul, born with twice as many fingers but does half the work of us, Um, being people who worked the rocky Hollows, plowing and planting, but mainly moving rocks and stumps. They saw no rhyme or reason for anything impractical. They were poor people, and life was hard down Millsap way. A carnival was coming to town. The poster in the store window advertised. A bearded lady would be on display and other such wonders. Ronnie Paul got it in his mind that his extra fingers might finally be of use to his family, and he might be able to bring some much needed money into the home. His father and brothers could rest on a Sunday and drink coffee. Every so often they would look over at the poster on the wall near the sink and read. Run that ball with Jessup, the boy with 12 fingers. He walked down the long, steep trail into town and met with a heavyset man with kindly eyes who ran the carnival. The man examined Rana Paul's hands slowly and carefully. turning each of them over like delicate leaves. Then it put his hand on the boy's shoulder and said, Soon, it's not that unusual to see extra fingers on the boy's hands. These parts lad down. *****. Feel Way has an extra leg. Only it don't work so well. Thanks for stopping by Ronnie Paul walked back up the long, steep trail back home, but not before he had a cotton candy, which made his fingers sticky. Sarah could hear Mrs Thornton's practical shoes in the hallway. They made a kind of squishing sound. They stopped squishing outside the door to the long room with all the beds. Most of the other girls were asleep or pretending. So Sarah clamped her eyes shut and pulled the stiff sheet up to her chin. After a bit. She could just feel Mrs Thornton standing at the end of her bed. Sarah, do you feel like crying tonight? Your first night at Hanford House? That's fine. If you feel like crying, you just go right ahead. Shed a tear, but do be careful, won't you? The tear dogs will come and worry at your eyes breath. But wait, What was that rough roof? Sounds like the tear dogs, and they're always thirsty. Good night, Sara, and welcome to your new home