Extrait du livre The land of white
The land of white 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 day was coming to an end, and it was getting cold. Moko was continuing his journey along a road that that seemed to reach out to the horizon. The wind picked up and Moko began to shiver. I must find shelter where I can spend the night, he thought. Suddenly, he noticed what appeared to be a cave up ahead. At least in there the wind and the cold won't be able to reach me, he told himself. Moko decided that it was in here that he would stop and spend the night.
The next morning, Moko saw something incredible; something that he could never have imagined. Stretched out in front of him was a carpet made of a white frozen powder that covered both the plain and the road. I must have reached the end of the earth, the very edge of the world ! There is nothing left, not even the road… Amazed by the white beauty before him, Moko ventured out into it. At that moment, the strange white powder started to fall from the sky. Oh! thought Moko, the sky is covering the landscape. Why would it do that ? Does it not want me to find my way ?