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Good evening. Welcome to Send Me To Sleep, the world's sleepiest podcast.

I'm your host, Andrew. I'm here to help calm your mind and send you into a peaceful night's sleep.

Tonight, I'll be reading the merry adventures of Robin Hood, little John turns barefoot fryer by Howard Pyle.

So let your eyes fall heavy and your breath soften as we settle in for a peaceful night's sleep.

Cold winter had passed and spring had come. No leafy thickness had yet clad the woods,

but the budding leaves hung like a tender mist about the trees.

In the open country, the meadowlands lay a shini green.

The corn fields are dark, velvety colour, for they were thick and soft with growing blades.

The plow boy shouted in the sun, and in the purple new turned furrows, flocks of birds hunted for fat worms.

All the broad moist earth smiled in the warm light, and each little green hill clapped its hands for joy.

On a deer's hide, stretched on the ground in the open in front of the green wood tree,

sat Robin Hood, basking in the sun like an old dog fox.

Leaning back with his hands clasped about his knees, he lazily watched little John,

rolling a stout bowstring from long strands of hemp and thread,

wetting the palms of his hands ever under none, and rolling the cord upon his thigh.

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