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| The Menagerie |
I have a new friend who purrs when I pick him up and who loves to chase
leaves. I have another new friend who
watches me anxiously as I leave the house and who wags her tail if we play
catch. The donkey doesn’t pretend to be
my friend, but placidly stands just out of reach behind the fence. He does glower jealously from his field when
I pay attention to anyone else. I am
scolded by the duck and am nibbled by the sheep, but our personalities really aren’t
compatible for cultivating a friendship.
The duck actually worships the sheep and spends each day waddling
around trailing after
le mouton.
My new
best friend
is named Charlie, and she
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| How Charlie Sees Me |
thinks I am a movie star. And perhaps I am, to her three-year-old
logic. Charlie whispers me secrets about
les étoiles and gives
me a hug each morning. She also gives me
beautiful drawings and speaks incomprehensible French, so our profound
conversations are somewhat limited.
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| Charlie and I Playing my Violin |
We are staying in the Department of Lot in a fantastic
Gite apartment:
La Cabane de Charlie. Like
most of the buildings in France, this mid-19
th century house is made
of stone. Unlike most, the interior
walls are painted cheerful blues, yellows, and oranges. The whole place feels warm, cozy, and
instantly home-like. True to form, we
immediately made the house a mess and our stuff covers every available
surface. More on our new, temporary home
in France to follow…
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