The talker

The chatterbox had stood for a very long time at the very top of the hill. The wind brought the conversations of the villagers, young and old, to him. He then waltzed the syllables of his large colored wings, stirring them greedily. He created by mixing everything, fresh sentences and new words, which the miller distributed to the village. One day, the mayor had an automatic word distributor installed on the Grand-Place and very quickly, the villagers were using only him. But this modern and flashy distributor only sold ready-made phrases and only reasonable and tasteless words... Text: Christos, Illustrations: Julie Ricossé, 32 pages.