Extrait du livre 03 - The salt in the sea
The salt in the 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 salt in the sea
One morning, Moko was gathering driftwood. Suddenly, a strange smell drifted in on the wind.
Moko eased his nose into the breeze. tilting it up as high as he could. Wanting to find out where this strange scent was coming from, he took his dugout and started down the river.a
After a while, Moko arrived at a body of water so big that it filled the horizon. "This is amazing!" Moko said to himself. "With all this water, my village would never need to dig another“ “Well, or go down river to get drinking water."
Moko was thirsty and decided to have a drink. But when he tasted the water, it was so salty that he had to spit it out. "This is terrible!" he said to himself "Someone must've cast a spell on this strange river." "I can't drink this water; it's too salty."
An old man pulling a dugout passed by. Moko headed over to him. "The water in this river is so salty that you can't drink it." "Someone must've cast a spell on it. They might do the same thing to our river!" The old man laughed. [laughs] "But this isn't a river, it's the sea!" "And the sea is always salty. It’s used for boats, and for traveling." "Don't worry, the water in our river will always be fresh.". And, with that, the old man climbed back into his dugout and paddled away. Moko thought about what the old man had said, and watched him paddle away until he could see him no more.






























