Learning French in the Ozarks is a treat because the local accent adds so much to foreign languages.
“Paaaaahr-laaaay vew luh frown-saaaayuhs?”
But we didn’t just speak it in ways it wasn’t meant to be spoken. We heard it in ways it wasn’t meant to be heard.
One day Mme. Lang was introducing a few new vocabulary words.
“This one you should be able to understand right away: rah-dee-oh,” she enunciated.
“Rodeo!” came a voice from the back of the class.
Radio, radio, radio.