The angry mountain

The angry mountain

6-8 ans - 14 pages, 523 mots | 7 minutes de lecture | © Le Regard Sonore, pour la 1ère édition - tous droits réservés


The angry mountain

The angry mountain

Moko is woken by the sound of singing coming from the other end of the beach. It is Mei-Li, who wears a hat the shape of a sand dune and whose eyes are the shape of a moon crescent. As they are walking towards Mei-Li’s village, they feel a terrible rumble and see black smoke coming from the mountain. Moko thinks this is his fault, that he has trespassed in the forbidden forest, and wants to apologize. They arrive at the edge of an enormous chasm, a veritable fire pit. To calm the mountain, Moko offers it a beautiful seashell, as Mei-Li’s ancestors did. The mountain’s rumbling stops and Moko is proud to have learned it’s language.

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The angry mountain A tale by Arnaud de Buchy Pedagogical content by Emmanuelle Reyss & Jean-Baptiste Lorenzo Illustrated by Sonia Grandame & Joachim Hérissé Le Regard Sonore Editions


The angry mountain
The Angry Mountain. Dawn. Little by little, the sun's first rays spread out across the white sand. Moko woke to the sound of a voice as soft as a gentle breeze. It was coming from the far side of the beach.
Moko drew closer to it and, circling around a large boulder, he spotted a young girl gathering up shells in a large wicker basket. She wore a hat like a sand dune, and she had eyes like lovely half-moons
Hello, my name is Moko ! And my name is Meï-Li. I didn't think there was anyone else here. That it was the end of the world. The end of the world? My village is nearby! Come, I'll take you there. Moko followed Meï-Li.