Extrait du livre The snow's fury
The snow's fury 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.
The load they carried was heavy, and the cold numbed their faces. Their arms and legs were getting tired and they began to slow down. We should stop for a bit and get some rest, said Moko. No, answered Alarick. If we do, the cold will get us and we will never make it back to the village.
Moko was getting discouraged. But just then, beyond the great white mountain, they started to see the village. Hurray! Yelled Moko, as loud as he could.