Sunday, November 7, 2010

The story of “Saint Nicolas” and of the “Père Fouettard”.

        Once upon a time, there were three little children without any family or money. One night, they knocked on the butcher’s door to ask him for food and a place to sleep. The Butcher opened the door and agreed to let them stay in his home. But the butcher was a psychopath and he killed them to make food for his shop.

        Seven years later, Saint Nicolas appeared. He went to the butcher’s house as he knew something wrong had happened there. He entered the house and quickly saw where the scraps of the children were. The butcher was really scared about being punished by Saint Nicolas but instead of punishing the bad guy, Saint Nicolas agreed with what he had done and, together, they happily ate the rest of the children.
        Nowadays, the butcher is called “the Père Fouettard” and together with Saint Nicolas, they kill children to make them into food for the butcher’s shop.


AHAHAH, training exercice from school where we should subconvert a story. I choosed the story of Saint Nicolas who is very famous in my place. We celebrate each year Saint Nicolas who give us sweets.
Here a song we sang when we were litlle :

Ils étaient trois petits enfants
qui s'en allaient glaner aux champs.
Ils sont allés et tant venus
que sur le soir se sont perdus.
Ils sont allés chez le boucher :
- boucher, voudrais-tu nous loger ?

- Entrez, entrez, petits enfants,
Il y a de la place assurément.
Ils n'étaient pas sitôt entrés
que le boucher les a tués.
les a coupés en petits morceaux
et puis salés dans un tonneau.

Saint Nicolas au bout de sept ans
vint à passer dedans ce champ,
alla frapper chez le boucher :
- boucher, voudrais-tu me loger ?
- entrez, entrez Saint Nicolas.
Il y a de la place, il n'en manque pas.

- Du petit salés je veux avoir
qu'il y a sept ans est au saloir.
Quand le boucher entendit ça,
bien vivement il se sauva.
- Petits enfants qui dormez là,
je suis le grand Saint Nicolas.

Le grand Saint étendit trois doigts,
les trois enfants ressuscita.
Le premier dit : " j'ai bien dormi. ""
Le second dit : " et moi aussi. "
« Je me croyais au paradis »
A ajouté le plus petit.


It's a bit creepy but...full of relics. 

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