A Little Girl In The Middle Of Nowhere Lost Her Happy Thought. Federico Parra

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СКАЧАТЬ after all the unnecessary pleasantries Commissioner C. Monet,

      seemed to get away from the group, pursuing a quick thought that

      it seemed to fly away and be unreachable.

      Then, calling his Gendarme, he said:

       Unleashed the dogs and look for the little girl and the baby boy all over Paris!

      Arrest anyone who has not reported

      the facts and protects the two fugitives!

      Madame Tussauds and the Rev. Dumas nodded, as if Commissioner Monet

      had addressed directly to them.

      Unfortunately for the Gendarmerie and fortunately for the two children,

      the next morning it looked like spring and

      the snow melting fast,

      hid all traces at sniffer dogs.

      Sniffer dogs that, under the shining sun

      of that morning, they found themselves in rivers

      of running water to smell in vain.

      Water followed its paths,

      made of descents and slopes,

      curves or recesses, and then puddles,

      small ponds and canals.

      Water, as was its mission,

      besides the fact of irrigating the ground and

      nourishing plants and all living things,

      it was hiding with careful parsimony

      the smell of the two fugitives.

      It seemed that all Nature somehow protected the two children.

      As if they were her first children or

      a precious gift for everyone.

      A miraculous harvest of fields

      that had to be nourished with great care.

      A fruit ... A red apple

      given to all men and women

      so that they may also know other truths.

      The Sun rose and replaced the Moon.

      The same thing happened even in the barn,

      but here all the animals

      saw it happen.

      Not because they had nothing else to look at

      but because the birth of a day,

      like the growth of a child,

      is the most important thing in the world.

      A single ray of light passed

      through the slit of the stable.

      On the side where the children were sleeping, it lit up

      Mary Jane’s face; she stretched herself and leaned in unison with Thomas the cat,

      which, licking its private parts, soon after her, greeted the Sun with a giant yawning.

       You look like the characters in that small village that humans call nativity scene!

      Thomas the cat said pointing at the children,

      the cows and the hay all around them.

       Look out! The Farmer is coming! Help! Find some cover!

      Bernhard said coming out quickly from his hole and running wildly.

       We should moo all together!

      When the farmer arrives... and the sheep bleating, the rooster crowing, not to let him hear

      the child's weeping! Ismael the bull said.

       All for one! ... It continued.

       one for all! ... All the animals replied.

      And it was a choir! The barn was immense in the daylight and the animals were many, so many.

      Mary Jane was well hidden from the view of the farmer and she looked from beneath the udders and listened astonished, as if she was still dreaming ... A cool dreaming!

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      Upon his arrival, the farmer found the animals very, very agitated.

      Cows and calves were mooing, horses were neighing, the rooster was crowing incessantly,

      the cat was meowing, the donkey was braying and the sheep were bleating.

      In seeing that confusion, the farmer feared that an Earthquake, or a Storm, perhaps a Hurricane was coming.

      Since animals feel disasters and earthquakes first.

      The farmer hurried to take them out to the pasture, and got his family

      out of the house.

      He looked at the sky, but everything looked serene. It was the cold sky of a rigid December, but clear and light blue, a nice cool winter sky.

      While the farmer was heading grazing absorbed in a thousand questions,

      animals suddenly stopped pawing, making verses and various bellows.

      As if everything had passed and

      the coming storm had become

      flat calm of that sky so blue.

      Mary Jane and Jean Baptiste remained hidden in a floor packed with straw,

      together with Bernhard the mouse and Thomas the cat.

       You're Thomas the cat, right?

      Mary Jane said

       At your service, Mademoiselle!

       Why, can you talk?

       I've always been a big talker!

       Do not be silly! It drives me mad being here!

       It's a fortune, don’t you think?

       Thomas answer me, please,

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