Littérature générale

  • Anglais Bing, bang, boom !

    Brigitte Zaugg

    • Oxalide
    • 1 Janvier 1970

    Giddy’up: that’s precisely what I’m doing. I’m invincible! I skip and dodge and dive in my black rocket. I’m the best pilot ever. Dad is beginning to huff and puff behind me.
    But my tummy reminds me with a rumble that it’s almost time for pasta in candy sauce, so I decide I’ll give Blackwarrior one last chance: we’ll have a lightsaber duel and I’ll fight him to the death. I climb out of my rocket and face my pursuer. I take a step toward him with a deep scowl on my face, to look more frightening.
    I raise my weapon and shout, “Well then, space slug, are you ready to be sliced up in two?”
    “I’ll make you swallow that steel rod of yours!” Dad roars, brandishing his saber.
    The racket of the two plastic swords clanging together is deafening.

  • Anglais Daddy the fly

    Jean-Claude Baudroux

    • Oxalide
    • 1 Janvier 1970

    Vermicella is all ears as Tanguy starts all over again.
    “The teacher and us, we intend to raise spiders in the classroom.”
    “Oh, good” Daddy replies absentmindedly.
    “And, do you know what they eat, spiders?” Tanguy asks.
    “When are we eating?” Daddy calls, without answering his son’s question.
    From the bathroom Mummy answers, “We’ll have lunch as soon as I’ve finished taking care of the baby. And, while you’re at it, make yourselves useful and lay the table!” adds Mummy, sounding the tiniest bit cross.
    “But...” says Daddy.
    “So, you don’t know?” Tanguy presses on.
    “I don’t know what? Help me lay the table.”
    Even though Tanguy is used to his father’s lack of attention, he still feels a bit hurt. He so much wants to tell him about what is going on in class. After all,raising spiders is no ordinary thing!

  • Anglais My friend Mark

    Jo Beaudoin

    • Oxalide
    • 1 Janvier 1970

    But in front of my parents, who have got all the time in the world, she talks about the start of the school year, how the pupils got into the habit of working, moving from one activity to the next, interested and calm.
    She mentions the time that Isoline made me mime, then rehearse a little sketch in the “theatre corner.”
    “Oh, yes, your Antonin was mighty shy!”
    My father throws me a knowing wink. I had never said anything about it to them. That was my business and nobody else’s! I can feel myself going all red.
    Miss Goody carries on: “Oh, yes, they all helped each other in the class... to do their drawings, to do up their laces, to un-do all their little problems... Really, they were such good children!”