La Pêche (The Peach)
Il y a une pêche qui habitait avec autres pêches dans une petite ville. Mais cette pêche était bleue. Elle était different. Les autres n’aimaient pas cette pêche, alors elle habitait dans sa maison seul.
Un jour, un artist s’est promené et il a arrivé à la village de les pêches. Tout les pêches qu’il a vu étaient jaune et orange. Il aimait les pêches, mais elles étaient tout la même. L’artist voulait quelquechose qui était different pour peintre. Il était poli, mais il a continué marcher.
Finalement, il a arrivé à la maison de la pêche bleue. Elle faisait le thé quand l’artiste s’est frappé sur sa porte. Elle a souté quand elle a entendu la porte. Elle l’a ouvri et suddenment, elle lui a offrert du thé. Il était supris, aussi.
–Excusez-moi, mais vous êtes très jolie, il a dit.
–Mais je suis bleue, elle a dit.
–Mais, vous êtes parfaite pour mon peinture. Je regardait pour quelquechose qui était different.
Elle a rougi. « Eh bien, je suis differente. »
L’artist et la pêche se promenaient à son atalier. Après l’artiste l’a peintu, elle a retourné chez elle très contente.
There was a peach who lived with other peaches in a little village. But this peach was blue. She was different. The other peaches didn’t like this peach, so she lived in her house, alone.
One day, an artist was walking and he arrived at the peaches’ village. All the peaches that he saw were yellow and orange. He liked peaches, but they were all the same. The artist wanted something that was different to paint. He was polite, but he continued to walk.
Finally, he arrived at the house of the blue peach. She was making tea when the artist knocked on her door. She jumped when she heard the door. She opened it and suddenly, she offered him some tea. He was surprised, also.
“Excuse, me, but you are very pretty,” he said.
“But I’m blue,” she said.
“But you are perfect for my painting. I’ve been looking for something that was different.”
She blushed. “Well, I’m different.”
The artists and the peach walked to his studio. After the artist had painted her, she returned to her house very happy.
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