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

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      It was hard to get along with Bernhard the mouse.

      Perhaps the tests made on him, his friends or relatives in the labs,

      had altered his soul and his very conception of life.

      Bernhard Blues was a touchy mouse.

      He was offended or deeply resented

      on something that nothing seemed to others.

      He could find refuge in his own little world that the others never saw,

      he was on hold, just waiting and

      playing his Blues.

      Bernhard lived in a dump.

      But it was his dump. Only his!

      Mary Jane had to be his friend in order to understand his secrets,

      because she well knew how to understand him;

      One day when everyone was out and

      spring began to cast its colors,

      Mary Jane approached Bernhard’s dump and

      whispered with a light voice like a jazz song brought by the wind:

       Its spring out of there, come with me, Bernhard!

      Let’s have some fun through the flowery meadows!

      I know the smells and sometimes with my eyes closed I sense the colors.

       I'm tired! I want to sleep! I'm sorry!

       The leaves are moving in the breeze and the air needs to tell many stories;

      Bernhard, you’re not tired!

      Come with me out there to see and feel.

       I'm tired!

      And I don’t like you too much!

      Bernhard said truthfully.

       It doesn't matter! Touchy Mouse! Come outside, the world is all full of colors!

       I’m not a Mouse! I’m Bernhard Blues! Stupid pretentious little girl!

       Frickin’ mouse, overcome your pain!

      Just after, you’ll gain!

      Mary Jane said rhyming and smiling.

      - Come out and let's play

      ‘impossible flowers’!

      I know all the smells and sometimes

      with my eyes closed I sense the colors.

      You any good at it?

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      After recommending to Reverend Dumas, to take great care of the documents handed over and not to show them to anyone,

      never under any circumstances,

      Madame Tussauds, took on her fur coat

      and said:

       When this story is over, you will receive a reward

      for your current and past services,

      do not worry, Reverend!

      So saying, she greeted the Reverend Dumas with a sharp handshake and headed home.

      Commissioner C. Monet was waiting for her and she said to herself to remain calm.

      Actually, the commissioner was in the Count’s studio, but among all the things to be investigated,

      he had completely forgotten about Madame Tussauds and her false maladies.

      Edith the little nightingale of Paris, followed the whole story

      from the roofs and misted windows of Paris.

      The cup of coffee was on the desk,

      rested and forgotten, now cold.

      Rolling his right mustache, the commissioner flipped through the documents, books and manuscripts,

      while sitting at Count Ladurée’s desk.

      Returning home from the service door,

      Madame Tussauds sneaked into her bedroom, without anyone seeing her;

      she put on her nightly dressing and messed up her hair quickly.

       Good morning, Mr. Commissioner!

      She said, faking a yawn, while entering Count’s studio’s door.

       Good morning Madame.

      In the meantime, I've taken the liberty to take a look.

      Curiosity is a defect to us poor Policemen!

       No problem, take your time.

      Did you find anything of interest?

       Yes, very interesting I would say.

      Count Ladurée seemed to be a genius! At least, from what I can guess.

      I think he was dealing with alchemy and mesmerism, not black magic, Madame!

       Well! What difference does it make! Even the devil is called by many names!

      Satan, Devil, Lucifer, Demon, etc. ...

       Unfortunately for you,

      my curiosity leads me to know

       even about things that do not concern me.

      And it isn't quite the same thing. Madame.

      It will seem a detail of little value to you, but for me it is not so!

      However, I have to come back often in this studio; there are many things I still have to understand and these things could bring us to the little girl and the newborn!

       Of course, Commissioner, come every day or when you want.

      Indeed, I would like you also to come on the last Sunday of the next Summer,

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