Hello everyone. This is Ria with a quick note. This is a full episode preview of a story featured on Little Stories for Sleep, a bedtime podcast just for Little Stories premium subscribers. The episode I'm sharing with you today is part of a series I'm calling Wandering Sleep Stories.

These new stories are peaceful, calming, and perfect for that last track on a bedtime playlist.

On Little Stories for Sleep, Wandering Sleep Stories have no intro or outro.

It's just the story framed by soft music.

So grab your weighted blanket, snuggle up, and fall asleep to this sweet tale.

Music sweet tale. Elvis paced back and forth from one end of the hallway runner to the other.

It shifted slightly under his feet. There used to be a pad beneath it,

but it kept getting bunched up, so at some point it was folded and placed on the top shelf of the

linen closet. Now, when the children took a row of the linen closet.

Now, when the children took a running start and leapt on the runner, it sometimes slid several feet.

But the children were not there just then. They were out. They'd been out for hours.

That was the reason for Elvis's pacing in the first place.

Elvis was an old English sheepdog with a shaggy fur coat that would get matted if not properly attended to, but that rarely happened, because Elvis had the best family in the world.

He believed that, wholeheartedly, despite never living anywhere but this house

with these people. The youngest child brushed him every day. She did it right after she finished

brushing her own hair,

which tended to get tangled up because she was a rough and tumble sort.

She liked to climb trees and wrestle with her brothers, and with Elvis, of course.

So, she'd brush her hair, then brush Elvis's.

A few times she'd accidentally forgotten to switch to Elvis's brush,

using her own hairbrush for both of them.

Upon noticing her mistake, she doubled over and giggles. Elvis thought it was funny, too, although he did not laugh. The family took excellent

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