Little Isabella is rocking, hot chocolate in hand, on the porch of the cottage. Réjeanne granny who looks rocked the sun rougeoit the mountain tops on the opposite side of the lake. Little Isabella, aged 7 years, sticks his head in the hollow of the shoulder of his grandmother and observes dreamily the evening twilight. The reflection of sunlight on the lake is so red it almost looks like embers lying in the bottom of the lake.
Suddenly, a memory, a story she loves him comes to mind. Isabelle enters the small cottage fetches a huge amount, almost too heavy for her. She sits down on his grandmother and turns the pages until she found the story. It is on page 72.
"Grandma, it's my turn to tell you a story," she said in a tiny voice. I can read now. "
She takes a deep breath and it starts.
BIG DADDY RABBITS
Deep in the woods beneath the heather lies a little town inhabited propers not rabbits is Jeannotville.
the center of this city, we see a hut built of twigs, with a nice brown roof. Everybody knows this is the home of the great-father, Jeannot Jeannot.
All bunnies are learning in school that the great-great-grandfather Jeannot Jeannot founded Jeannotville in days of yore. C is the ancestor common to almost all its inhabitants.
He himself liked to tell how all the little rabbits Madame Jeannot Jeannot, and he, when they were younger, had found this beautiful land and how they had built their little house of twigs .
They had lived very happy in the woods, and they had raised many children in this little house of twigs.
And, of course, Papa Johnny-Johnny, as the Appellate at that time, was busy with his work because it was decorated Easter eggs.
Growing up, the child learned to paint Easter eggs. Soon the kids were great with their families. And they sat around the small house-grandfather Jeannot Jeannot.
Thus, after some time, they founded a city they called Jeannotville.
Now Grandpa Johnny-Johnny was no longer alone to decorate Easter eggs and had time to attend to other things.
He taught the young rabbits how to paint flowers in the woods.
He made them try new shades of green ferns and moss.
They were such beautiful things that amazed the guests stopped by the new colors.
"The land must be good here, or it rains a lot."
The rabbits were listening and that made them laugh because they knew that grandfather-Jeannot Jeannot was the cause .
Years passed. There were more and more families Jeannotville. And, Dad, Johnny, Johnny became a grandfather and great-grandfather. He always took care to paint the flowers every spring and decorate Easter eggs.
His children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren helped her, so numerous and so diligent that he could rest. But he always got things to do.
In the fall, he taught very young rabbits to paint the leaves, violet for rubber trees, yellow to the elms, the scarlet sugar maples. Everywhere, they painted and decorate.
And people who were walking by there to say: "We have never seen such colors in the woods! Nights should be very cold! "
Bunnies heard them and it made them laugh. Because they knew all these wonders were the work of their great-grandfather.
The seasons passed, and the bunnies were born still more likely to Jeannotville.
-Jeannot Jeannot became great-grandfather, great-great-great-grandfather. And he always found new occupations and amusements for small rabbits Jeannotville.
In winter, he taught them how to paint shadows on the snow, the frost known images, and polishing the ice so that it shines like a diamond.
the evening by the fire, well sheltered in the little house of twigs, he told exciting stories to each new generation of bunnies. The children adored rabbits come and listen and they loved the new game he invented for them.
But a day came when it no longer seemed to find nothing new to them to do! Yet he organized teams of small rabbits to paint the buds in spring.
He organized other teams were awaiting the birth of the butterfly wings to paint their beautiful colors!
Still others were charged with coloring beetles and all kinds of insects.
All wild wood sparkled with fresh colors.
And now, thought the little rabbits, what will he find for us to do? Well, Johnny, Johnny's grandfather was still very much at home in those days, and he reflected. Finally, one day, he called the little rabbits and revealed a secret.
"My children. I must go away. And I'll tell you what my next job if you promise to keep secret. "
The bunnies promised. and grandfather went. Old rabbits were very sad for his departure, the children smiled rabbits air of someone who knows a lot but they promised nothing say.
And then one day a terrible storm came upon Jeannotville and surrounding areas. All lives are bunnies ran to shelter in their homes.
When the rain subsided a bit, we saw the doors open, and all the little rabbits préciptier outside.
"Come voi!" Cried rabbits. and they did a conga. "Our great-great-grandfather has done wonders! come see what he did! "
Walkers also marveled.
"Have you ever seen a sunset so magnificent?" They asked.
Small and pouffèrent rabbit heard them laughing. They knew ... Before leaving their ancestor-Jeannot Jeannot had told them he was going to heaven to paint sunsets more beautiful than ever.
The magical world of Walt Disney - Wonderland, Editions du livre de Paris, 1971, p.72 to 79
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Petite Isabelle is in turn became mother. Whenever she sees a sunset that ignites the sky with orange, red, pink, purple, she thinks these twilight of evening, when the hollow arms Réjeanne granny, she watched the sunset sun. She imagines great-great-grandfather, Johnny Johnny, brush in hand, painting the sky pink color, red, orange and purple. Then, alone in her car, she burst out laughing because she knows.
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