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"A year, a whole year, that Zoe the buoy was waiting shriveled, wrinkled, deflated, in a dark corner of the attic" ... Ready for our story of the day? It's Grégory, a dad, who invented this nice buoy story.
- One year, a whole year, that Zoe the buoy was waiting wizened, wrinkled, deflated, in a dark corner of the attic.
- But for a few weeks she has seen the sun shine high in the sky, get up early and go to bed late. She knows that these long and beautiful days are those of summer.
- Phew! That's it, the little Melissa will surely come soon to get her to take him where do you know? At the sea ! No more dust, dirt and cobwebs! Long live golden sand, salt waves and endless games with her friend.
- But suddenly a noise rang out to the attic and then a creak on the stairs and a squeak on the landing. It's Melissa's dad. He looks for Zoe but does not find it. The little buoy wants to shout: "Hoohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
- Five minutes of anguish, then Dad's big hand finally grabs the buoy and goes down from the attic.
- After a good cleansing, a great blow cleaning, Zoé finally found the arms of Melissa who is quick to inflate. The holidays can begin…
A story written by Grégory Picaud, Montereau-sur-le-Jard (77)
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