Cheshire was lying in a sunny spot on the grass. The birds were whistling merry songs. New leaves swayed in the early morning breeze and a bumble bee flew past. Someone had left the garden gate open.
Sur le petit muret
Merlin se prélasse sur le gazon. Les oiseaux chantent. De nouvelles feuilles tanguent dans la brise du matin et un bourdon passe son chemin. Quelqu’un a laissé le portail ouvert, et… et…
