Extrait du livre My pony from Paris
My pony from Paris Béatrice Fontanel & Sun Hsin-Yu
At the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris, the ponies are getting bored. It snowed all night. The park is almost empty. At last ! A little girl appears, all alone, wrapped up in her warm clothes. - How pretty you are! Are you friendly or do you bite? But the pony doesn't understand a word. He nods, happy to have some company - Climb on my back and let's go! neighs the pony, in his own language, of course.
- Look up there, says the pony. That's the Panthéon. It is a monument built to the glory of great and famous French figures: Victor Hugo, …mile Zola, Alexandre Dumas... - Dumas... Zola... repeats the little girl, so that she remembers. - And here's the fountain showing Saint Michel slaying the devil, explains the pony learnedly. - These dragons are strange, thinks the little girl, gazing at the bronze monsters.
Clip! clop! Trotting along, they cross the river Seine and reach Notre-Dame, on the Île de la Cité. The little girl climbs up one of the towers. Once at the top, she pokes out her tongue at the gargoyles, who are making funny faces. Her faithful mount waits patiently down below. - Hello, hello pony! she shouts, waving at him before rushing downstairs.
Then the pony takes his young rider to the bird market nearby, where budgies cheep over and over again. - What funny little boxes, says the little girl astonished, staring at the booksellers. They are selling second-hand books, old posters and postcards. Then the pony goes trotting off, his mane in the wind, towards the Jardin des Plantes. His next mission is to introduce his young rider to the National Museum of Natural History...
