Extrait du livre 10 - The desert wind
The desert wind 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 desert wind
One afternoon, Moko was peacefully sleeping in the shade.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, carrying dust and leaves from the village trees with it.
The wind was growing stronger. Moko could hear it whistling in the distance, and the sand swirled up like clouds.
A man called out: "Get yourself inside, young man, the wind is very strong, it's the Harmattan!". Moko wanted to know more. He raised his scarf up over his face and started off in the direction of the mysterious harmattan. The more he walked, the more the wind whistled and squalled around him. Moko, who could barely see now, wasn't quite sure which way to continue.
"Who's this invisible creature named Harmattan?" he asked himself. "And why does it chase away the sand and clouds like this?" Moko, trembled in fear. "Have pity, Harmattan!" he called out. "I only came to see what you were!" "Please, I want to go home!" But the wind kept blowing harder and harder... and Moko, exhausted, lay down on the ground.































