It was war.
Every morning, the men left to the battlefield.
Those who returned in the evening carried the dead and wounded.
The war had gone on for so long that no one remembered why it had started.
(Translated from the French)
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Illustration by Anaïs Vaugelade
© 1998, l'école des loisirs, Paris
Published by
l'école des loisirs, Paris |
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On the tenth day,
the battlefield looked like
a village. Fabien thought:
"I have no army,
and never had one;
but thanks to me,
the war is over."(Translated from the French)
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Illustration by Anaïs Vaugelade
© 1998, l'école des loisirs, Paris
Published by
l'école des loisirs, Paris |
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