Emerged from between the thickets the red coat on the back a badger skin in his hand l'homme d'avant-garde.
Crouching while advancing in small leaps her big eyes turned to the sky he was living nature.
A cart passed granulating some gravel a whip cracked the horse reared. Deep in the Chablis the excitement was great without a cry the eagle flew.
Then passed the master of the stubble the embalmer of feigned solutions le traîne-misère des rassemblements the show of our campaigns.
Should have been moved, to congratulate stand on tiptoe nudging each other in order to be there, on the picture.
The badger-skinned man sat up stirring the air mysterious gestures tel un sémaphore en sortie de brumes.
He was coming home after a long absence by the wayside a broad smile piercing his beard.
Tall Grass Brother be the stealth butterfly the pretty hedgehog that attracts me deer and boar deep in the soul the coming of tenderness among the red fruits of the hedge to gather our Sunday clothes for the way stretch blank wires such a crépinette on the work of the end of the year.
