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A Little Girl In The Middle Of Nowhere Lost Her Happy Thought

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2019
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that sense of worthlessness that

humans have

for the needs of nature and life,

Mary Jane burst into tears and sobs that joined the strong ones of the newborn. Fortunately the barn was far enough away from the house inhabited

by the farmer.

STOP IT! We have to work tomorrow!

A big voice thundered.

A voice from darkness and nowhere, in the bottom of the barn where there were the cows.

Is anyone there? Is anyone down there?

The little girl’s trembling and tearful voice whispered.

More than anyone! We are a herd!

Don’t you see?

The booming voice from the darkness said.

No sir, I do not see anyone! It's dark down there!

That baby is crying because he is hungry and cold! Bring him here to us!

No! And who are you?

The blonde girl

asked curious and courageous.

There was an infinite moment of darkness and silence, while still snowing outside,

at that moment also Jean Baptiste

suddenly fell silent.

The two small hearts beat fearful and in sync, as one big heart.

I am Hélène the cow,

the white one with black spots.

I am Antonin the bay horse.

I am Fabien the black horse.

I am Geneviève the chicken.

I am Ernest the pig.

I am Faust the sheepdog.

I am Jean-Marc the rooster.

I am Cècile the black cow.

I am Geraldine the brown cow.

I am Basil the pony.

I am Ismael the bull.

I am Eloise the owl.

I am Bernhard the mouse.

I am Thomas the cat.

Stop it... Stop it! Please, I'm going crazy!!!

Mary Jane said, holding her head tight in her hands,

and her palms over her ears.

Get that baby down here, come on!

Hurry up, Mary Jane!

The cow’s gruff voice continued;

she knew the girl’s name.

The night passed in the animals’ warmth that fed Jean Baptiste and the young Mary Jane.

It fed them like puppies of the she-wolf, with the same udders of a same, single mother.

Warming them in that warmth much more than family.

That warmth called: Mother Nature!

They slept on the cows’ bellies and their huge and warm udders.

They fell asleep together,
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