As I mentioned earlier, I’d been stumbling through Potter’s Complete Works because I just couldn’t get the rhythm of it. Solved that problem today: Warmed up with a minute or so of a dreadful fake British accent. Put the brain in just the right place. Was then able to finish the Tale of Mr. Tod (using my normal voice, like a sane person), and it actually sounded good. Great fun.
[Curiously: Reading Anne of Green Gables works beautifully if you accidentally give Matthew Cuthbert a southern accent. Go figure.]