>   The disappearing sea
The disappearing sea

The disappearing sea

6-8 ans - 12 pages, 427 mots | 6 minutes de lecture | © Le Regard Sonore, pour la 1ère édition - tous droits réservés


The disappearing sea

The disappearing sea

As they drift away from the iceberg, Moko and Alarick’s boat is surrounded by a thick fog. Moko thinks this is smoke and that there must be fire. He cannot even see his friend, just hears his voice telling him that a sudden fog on the ocean can last for a long time and that only patience will save them. Moko thinks that he should not have thrown his net so soon and that the ocean is blindfolding them so they won’t see which way it is taking them. Alarick begins to play his flute and the fog begins to thin. They discover a lovely bay, sheltered from the wind, ideal for fishing. Moko is filled with admiration for his friend who knew how to tame the ocean.

"The disappearing sea" vous est proposé à la lecture version illustrée, ou à écouter en version audio racontée par des conteurs et conteuses. En bonus, grâce à notre module de lecture, nous vous proposons pour cette histoire comme pour l’ensemble des contes et histoires une aide à la lecture ainsi que des outils pour une version adaptée aux enfants dyslexiques.
Dans la même collection : Voir plus
Autres livres écrits par Arnaud de Buchy : Voir plus
Autres livres illustrés par Sonia Grandame : Voir plus
Autres livres illustrés par Joachim Hérissé : Voir plus
Enregistrement(s) proposé(s) par storyplay'r

Raconté par l'éditeur

publisher narration avatar
Ecouter

Extrait du livre The disappearing sea

The disappearing sea 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 sea was calm. A few of the sun's rays were shining through the clouds making the surface of the water sparkle. Moko and Alarick's boat was slowly drifting along. Moko threw the fishing net out as far as he could.
All of a sudden a strange white smoke appeared skimming the surface of the waves. Bit by bit, the smoke clouded over the entire sea and Moko could no longer see anything, not his friend, not the boat, not the horizon, nor the sea… Everything seemed to have… Disappeared. Alarick ? Alarick ? What's going on ? Where is this smoke coming from ? Why is there no fire? We must have entered the land of the mists. They are wicked, we must turn back.
Moko feared that this evil fog would erase the sea and the sky and that they would not be able to find their way through it! Strange shapes and bizarre sounds suddenly surrounded the two friends. They both shook like leaves on a branch.