Senior Female Reader With Enthusiasm

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Senior Female Reader With Enthusiasm 
We are looking for senior voice talent with energy. This is a very clean audio book and is fiction based. We pay $125 per finished hour of audio. Finished hour of audio is audio that is sent to us already edited and mistake free, knowing that no one is perfect and there are a few mistakes. We let clients create an edit list which be provided by chapter, time in audio, word or name along with phonetic spelling if applicable. That one set of edits is included in this price. 
2016-05-03 18:46:00 GMT
2016-05-07 13:00:00 (GMT -06:00) Central Time (US & Canada) 
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Project Parameters

The Voice Actor should be located in:
Fixed - USD 542
35400 WORDS
English - USA and Canada
Not defined
Senior Female
• Audio files must be delivered via FTP/Dropbox/Google Drive/cloud
There are no special pre-, post-, or production requirements for this project.
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The voice seeker is willing to hire either union or non-union talents for this project

Script Details

Chapter One
An Encounter With a Rabid Dog

Leonard Martin, the strange kid who lived across the street from the First Baptist Church, was often ridiculed and referred to as the “Town Half-Wit.” He refined that image one quiet hot Saturday afternoon in July, 1938, in Las Cruces, New Mexico soon after I celebrated my 9th birthday.
My younger sister, Joyce, was training our family pet, Daisy Mae, to walk with a leash on the lawn next to the church. Never mind that Daisy Mae was a large white duck. She set Daisy Mae down on the parched grass, tied a pink ribbon around the duck’s long neck and attached a jump rope to it.
The rope frightened my dog Bonnie and she slunk to the porch where I sat on the top step of the parsonage with my book. She had been terrified of ropes and leashes since we found her bound to a tree, starving and dying from thirst. She buried her head under my knees and I patted her head and back to stop her shivering.
Daisy Mae nipped at the ribbon and pulled it off. Joyce scolded her: “Be still, you goofy duck or I will roast you for dinner.” She knelt beside the squawking duck, raising her elbow to ward off the flapping wings. This time she retied the ribbon with a tight knot.
Joyce was forever confiscating denim overalls from my dresser drawer. The pair she wore now was too long and she struggled to keep the legs rolled up so she would not trip on them. Her shiny brown hair bounced as she struggled with Daisy Mae.
A deep growl from Bonnie startled me. It was low and seemed to come from her toes, causing her whole body to vibrate.
“Hush, dog, you are not going to be tied up.”
Bonnie’s body stiffened and she half raised herself, head still under my legs. I sensed her fear and followed her gaze. A large brown dog stood at the edge of the lawn. He looked like a creature from another world. His body was a ragged brown, fur knotted and filthy. He smelled like raw sewage and his mouth and nuzzle looked like he had just helped himself to a bowl of whipped egg whites. The white, foamy mess dripped from his mouth. He shuffled, stiff legged toward Joyce and the duck. He walked very slowly, leaning to the right. He stopped often to try to correct his posture. His agonized eyes burned like embers from the fireplace.
Terror twisted my insides as I knew a fear unlike any I had ever imagined. I stood up and screamed: “Daddy! Mad dog!”
Joyce looked puzzled - turned and spotted the dog. She sprinted toward the house with Daisy Mae in her arms, but tripped on the long overalls and lay sprawled across the lawn, within feet of the dog. Daisy Mae escaped her grasp and quacked loudly. She lowered her body to the ground and elongated her neck, sticking her head out and hissing, and so help me, I thought the duck was ready to charge the strange animal.
“Daddy!” I hollered again. “Rabid dog!”
Bonnie’s body was trembling, and her growl was a repetitive “Gru—gru—gru.” I held her collar tightly and her snarl became less audible but her whole body stiffened and I was afraid she was going to challenge the brown dog. I tightened my clutch on her collar to keep her out of the fray. Every hair on her back bristled. 
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