As we were freesbeeing our way through a very sunny Sunday afternoon, we came across an apricoty escapist of the vilest sort. No free thinker would ever smile down to us. And all of it taking place in the square Mariotte -- dunno if this is more of a patio or of a yard or of a play area -- where poodles are seen with flasks in their fur !
The old man was shouting, grumbling aloud so to speak against this apricoty escape artist.
I was laughing inside.
No seaside resort to brag about, no nice neighbourhood either, however green, and then whatever was coined or made up on Mt Everest has just not reached us. So the ludicrous dog trotted away. Can't you scamper or canter, you fishy furry apricot ?
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