Extrait du livre The singing stones
The sinding stones A tale by Arnaud de Buchy Pedagogical content by Emmanuelle Reyss & Jean-Baptiste Lorenzo Illustrated by Sonia Grandame & Joachim Hérissé Le Regard Sonore Editions
On this particular evening, the tide was low. Moko and Alarick's boat was beached on the shore. Night was falling and the day's colours werefading. Moko and Alarick were contemplating the horizon.
Suddenly, the two friends heard a peculiar songin the distance, like a long whistling sound,that was coming from behind the hills of thefrozen coast. Let's go see where that song is coming from! Said Moko. They walked along a path that circled a mysterious looking hill.
Then, in the dusk's light, they discovered a field where hundreds of strange rocks rose from the ground like tree trunks. This is the stone forest, whispered Alarick. Where evil winds have turned the trees into rocks!
The whistling song returned from deep within the field, getting closer and closer to the two boys. Run! Or we too will be turned into rocks ! cried Alarick. They started running… But the wind gusted in front of them and prevented them from leaving. The wind was beginning to paralyze them bit by bit. Moko had an idea. Alarick, take out your flute and play for the winds!






























