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Far away, in a lovely land of palm trees and dates, a baby boy was born with ears as big as rhubarb leaves. At the sight of them, his father was ready to die of shame: “Poor, poor me!” he lamented, “Poor me, to have fathered such a son!”
But those ears of his made Little T exceptionally good at hearing things nobody else could hear: the sound of a snail, of a strawberry, a shooting star…
And one day he heard from far, far away, the sound of some very unhappy teddy bears…