Le chalet de Pero-Ximo

C'est la place où on mange des mouches noires avec du ketchup sauvage. Mais ça serait pas drôle si les mouches devenaient géantes et qu'elles voudraient manger parce qu'il faudrait se cacher des mouches et vivre en cachette

13 avril 2007

The Odyssey that the Greeks did not do because we are not Greeks (Part 4)

À lire avec un GROS accent français We wanted to visit of the museum Orange, but the lot of people was still waiting for the place and there was too much people. So we walk in the direction of the Bridge of Alexander the three because it's golden. And the place was fun. after, Myriam relook for the cd, but it was not even if the computer said that one was there. But we buy a cool holographic cd not disponible because it was too soon, so we were happy. Then, we saw a movie with brilliant stones that is good. And we look for a place in a suspect place and we saw the Moulin Red without have preview this. And then, we roll with the subway to the same place but the sad poet was not there. We saw someone with blue shirt under the Menu du jour, so there was no smoke. We kicked the pigeons by throwing them the empty bottle of wine on their wings. The taxi was findable and took a new road to go to the hotel. We filled the baggages the tomorrow and the Mister said he would keep that in a room. We found the McDo because the street was dead on the God-Day and the market was ugly so we found an other market to buy the wine that is not in the SAQ. We kicked again the pigeons. After, the Mister awoke to make us let our bottles to be in the baggages. Then, with nothin to do, we go to the boat-fly that swims all around. The guide was speaking two languages and started to yell: "Yeeeeaaarrr!" to afraid the friends of Henri on the bridge. The boat continue to swim, but the water attacked us. The pigeons were kicked by the wave. After, to be wet, we change at the hotel to be not wet. We walk to eat at Sarah's restaurant the dessert with coffee. But after, we walk and we had to leave withour baggages in the stairs.

We kicked pigeons with our baggages. Then, ther was the bad machine for the tickets. It wanted money in metal so alexandra wanted to exchange her money in paper with a bad woman but it did not work so she went up the stairs. We rolled in the train. At the train station near the planes, we search for the hotel but we let the bus miss us so we wait with a look to the plane. At the hotel, it occured that I was a unwelcome child zombie. But we close the TV. then we go down for an expensive cold choiceless bad without taste food. Then, we saw a movie with a loquacious boy during our last rave. With the wine and the rave, my photos loofes like debauched. Then, we were in the plane an everything was under us. the food was better and the Labrador looked like frozen rocks. After, we arrive in the snow but Hélène was there for us and we find the car with not a lot of snow. THE END

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4 Comments:

At 8:39 a.m., Blogger Nicolas said...

Nice little story in four parts.

 
At 10:11 a.m., Blogger Zuti-Floke Huju said...

Thank you.

But I know somebody, an hardcore very poetry who would have do a good song with it but she did not.

So, I collapsed on the floor and licked the plancher.

 
At 8:13 p.m., Anonymous Anonyme said...

You are a much wronger: you linked the plancher with alphabet parts.

Moreover, I d'ont comprenish the thing with the fozen labrador?

 
At 9:44 a.m., Blogger Zuti-Floke Huju said...

The Labrador, we see it from the plane, north of Quebec. It is a place with not fun, just rocks and ice. It is the place that is look like it is cold, so this is frozen.

 

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