Owen McCuen
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1,332 appearances
7 recordings
1 series
first heard Apr 2026
last heard 24 Aug
Owen McCuen’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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I was his, and he was mine.
But like all good things, my young kin, even the best childhood friendships must come to an end.
I tell you, youngsters, the loss of my old pal was one of the hardest things I've ever had to overcome.
But I believe he would have wanted me to carry on his story, to pass it on, so his memory would not be forgotten.
Tonight, I'll tell you the story of my friend Robbie and me as we took a walk among the Whispering Willows.
It started back when I was just a little one, around your age in fact.
You see, back then the houses that now reside on Willow Street, the same street you all pass by on the school bus on the way to school every morning, had yet to be constructed.
Back then there was a grove of actual weeping willow trees in their place.
It was a small grove, but large enough that one could still get lost within.
Large enough that when you stopped and looked in through the trees of long, swaying leaves, you could not possibly see through to the other side.
Old Robbie and I, we would pass by that grove every morning and night as we rode our bikes to and from school.
And it was uphill both ways, of course.
Oh, never mind.
That's just an old joke you'll understand when you get older.
Every day as Robbie and I rode our bikes home, we would make sure to pedal just a little faster and speak just a little softer as we passed the old willows.
Around town back then, there was a myth that
A myth that whoever had planted the willows, since the trees are not native to the prairies and therefore had to have been planted, had enchanted them.
Well, enchanted some said, but others would have said cursed.
It was said it was cursed because children tended to disappear within the waving willow leaves, but enchanted because those that disappeared had gone of their own free will.
They'd wandered into the willows with a reason to disappear, and something within the trees granted them freedom from what haunted them in reality.
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