- Oh! Pourvu que je tienne jusqu'à l'aube...
L'une après l'autre, les étoiles s'éteignirent. Blanquette redoubla de coups de cornes, le loup de coups de dents... Une lueur pâle parut dans l'horizon... Le chant d'un cop enroué monta d'une métairie.
- Enfin ! Dit la pauvre bête, qui n'attendait plus que le jour pour mourir ; et elle s'allongea par terre dans sa belle fourure blanche toute tâchée de sang...
Alors le loup se jeta sur la petite chèvre et la mangea. [...]
Oh! the brave little kid goat; how she went at it with such a
great heart. A dozen times, I'll swear, Gringoire, she forced the wolf back to
catch his breath. During these brief respites, she grabbed a blade or two of
the grass that she loved so much; then, still munching, joined the battle
again.... The whole night passed like this. Occasionally, Monsieur Seguin's kid
goat looked up at the twinkling stars in the clear sky and said to herself “Oh
dear, I hope I can last out till the morning...”
One by one the stars faded away. Blanquette intensified her
charges, while the wolf replied with his teeth. The pale daylight appeared gradually
over the horizon. A cockerel crowed hoarsely from a farm
below.
“At last!” said the poor animal, who was only waiting for the
morning to come so that she could die bravely, and she laid herself down on the
ground, her beautiful white fur stained with blood.
It was then, at last, that the wolf fell on the little goat and
devoured (ate) her. [...]
Extract from: "Les lettres de mon
moulin", Alphonse Daudet
( Note de Cécile : la fin est triste mais quelle belle histoire malgré tout. Cette chèvre a une âme !
... désolée, les loups mangent les chèvres )
Superbe, tu es une artiste, bravo !
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