Horses for Chloe : today’s sketch. The English in France.

 

“Bonjour Madame,” said Chloe.

“Bonjour Chloe,” I replied, and I bent down for the obligatory bisou.

“What are you doing?” she asked (but in French).

“I am writing a story,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because that is my work, ma petite, I am a writer, I write books.”

I took a few off the shelf and she looked solemnly at them.  After some thought she sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, I need a picture of a horse,” she declared with an air of patient suffering.

“And the magic word is …?”

“S’il vous plait, Madame,” she grinned.

I gave her a selection of copies of horse pictures I have done over the years.  She pulled off her mittens to take them and exclaimed:

“Humph !  Don’t I get a new one?!”

 

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