Hello there and welcome to episode five of Down to Sleep, a podcast of softly spoken stories to

help you drift off. Thanks for tuning in. You've got a minute or so here to get comfortable before the

story begins. I just want to say thank you for joining me tonight, letting me read to you. I hope you're

doing well and you're ready to get some restful sleep. Today we're going to be reading The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling.

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there. And every episode is twice as long as well. Now, let's begin today's book. I think there are some interesting

names in this book. I have had a glance at the pronunciation that Rudyard Kipling himself

wrote for these and we will see how we go with some of these names. I will do my best.

The Jungle Book by Rudyarda Kipling. Mowgli's brothers. It was seven o'clock of a very

warm evening in the Conee Hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself,

yawned, and spread out his paws, one after other, to get rid of the sleepy feeling in the tips.

Mother Wolf lay with her big grey nose, dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs,

and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived.

It is time to hunt again, said Father Wolf. He was going to spring downhill when it lived. It is time to hunt again, said Father Wolf.

He was going to spring downhill, when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed to the threshold

and whined.

Good luck go with you, O chief of the wolves, and good luck, and strong white teeth go with

noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.

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