Federico Parra - A Little Girl In The Middle Of Nowhere Lost Her Happy Thought

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To Joel Buton
When he was still a child.
When you could already see a little glint,
if attentively looking into his eyes.
A glint slowly lighting in the darkness.
And from that fragile glint, guessing in him, little child,
the birth of his great dream.
A Lost Little Girl left Her Happy Thought
by Federico Parra
Drawings Anastasia S. Parra
Preface
This is a story
of courage and changing.
A fairy tale, a great adventure, a growth.
A nemesis, a social and personal revolution.
Passing through the features of the high-sounding French names,
you will enter in Alice’s Wonderland through its ventricles and narrow streets.
You will meet the Aristocats and then you will go back
to the 101 Dalmatians in a dreamy Paris.
You will encounter distant memories of characters
known only in the imagination of children, and
you will meet other real but carelessly and unfortunately unknown characters!
In this story, you will cross a good part
of the vast and colorful world of fairy tales.
You will travel with few bags to fill,
at every single stop.
Through a small arc of white roses, you will enter
the garden of a faraway fairyland.
You will enter a world that, in some way,
it belongs to us and leads us to the true reality
of our childhood...
When animals and plants were able to speak.
When a small stone could be magical.
And when every happy thought,
could also come true tomorrow!  
J. D. Goodman

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all the roofs and the streets of Paris.

So, in this story, in this long night,

there are still white flakes of white snow falling incessantly and creating an unbreakable and inexplicable connection

between Mary Jane’s and

Jane Baptist’s hearts.

Exactly this connection, which arises from

a past lived at the orphanage for her,

and a future snatched to the orphanage for Jean Baptiste.

Exactly this connection set out

under the light snowflakes

shortly before Christmas in Paris.

This unique and unspoken connection,

this embrace as fugitives.

Like a flake

tightened in this strange story,

it was author of a great little miracle.

On that night like two fugitives,

they found shelter in a barn, a stable,

among cows and lots of animals.

Clear is that the little girl did not know what to do. For the cold and for feeding the little Jean Baptiste, but above all she did not know how to make him stop crying and screaming!

So, a bit for the cold and a bit for

that sense of worthlessness that

humans have

for the needs of nature and life,

Mary Jane burst into tears and sobs that joined the strong ones of the newborn. Fortunately the barn was far enough away from the house inhabited

by the farmer.

STOP IT! We have to work tomorrow!

A big voice thundered.

A voice from darkness and nowhere, in the bottom of the barn where there were the cows.

Is anyone there? Is anyone down there?

The little girl’s trembling and tearful voice whispered.

More than anyone! We are a herd!

Don’t you see?

The booming voice from the darkness said.

No sir, I do not see anyone! It's dark down there!

That baby is crying because he is hungry and cold! Bring him here to us!

No! And who are you?

The blonde girl

asked curious and courageous.

There was an infinite moment of darkness and silence, while still snowing outside,

at that moment also Jean Baptiste

suddenly fell silent.

The two small hearts beat fearful and in sync, as one big heart.

I am Hélène the cow,

the white one with black spots.

I am Antonin the bay horse.

I am Fabien the black horse.

I am Geneviève the chicken.

I am Ernest the pig.

I am Faust the sheepdog.

I am Jean-Marc the rooster.

I am Cècile the black cow.

I am Geraldine the brown cow.

I am Basil the pony.

I am Ismael the bull.

I am Eloise the owl.

I am Bernhard the mouse.

I am Thomas the cat.

Stop it... Stop it! Please, I'm going crazy!!!

Mary Jane said, holding her head tight in her hands,

and her palms over her ears.

Get that baby down here, come on!

Hurry up, Mary Jane!

The cow’s gruff voice continued;

she knew the girl’s name.

The night passed in the animals’ warmth that fed Jean Baptiste and the young Mary Jane.

It fed them like puppies of the she-wolf, with the same udders of a same, single mother.

Warming them in that warmth much more than family.

That warmth called: Mother Nature!

They slept on the cows’ bellies and their huge and warm udders.

They fell asleep together,

like two newborn calves.

So that white night just before

Christmas, spent in the animal warmth and

under the starlight, it marked as a line drawn on the ground, like a street in the snow, the new life and the living path of the two innocent little hearts.

The Moon, enlightened for a quarter,

came out to a split in the stable wood, on the side where the two children were sleeping. Its clear light, like a comet star, radiated their redemptive faces.

Christmas was by now!

But the animals did not seem very interested. For them, the next morning,

it would be one morning like every other one, with the usual things of all time.

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Meanwhile, in the luxurious Ladurée House.

Little Mary Jane’s Missing family former home, now owned by her mother’s stepsister and now adoptive stepmother... That is: Madame Tussauds,

the Gendarmerie had come,

commanded by Commissioner C. Monet.

What a something' to happen to me, a few days before Christmas,

Oh my God!

What are the neighbors going to think? What will they say about this absurd story? Damnable!

The wicked and sour Madame Tussauds, was babbling and begging loudly

to be heard by Commissioner Monet

and by Reverend Dumas.

Do you have any idea, Madame, where the children could've gone to find refuge?

Does Mary Jane have friends or relatives where she might be hiding?

Commissioner C. Monet

asked with a blank look on his face,

as if he were following one of his thoughts.

No, I have no idea! The little girl has no family or friends in the world!

Nobody’s going to stand that ungrateful little brat! If it weren’t for her poor unfortunate mother!

Madame Tussauds sighed continuing her painful recitation. Then she slowly started to talk again.

Ah! I’m too kind-hearted... I should have left her at the orphanage!

So she would have learned what

the hand feeding you means.

Then? Mary Jane is not your daughter; and whose? If I may ask?

the Commissioner inquired, attentively, following the movements of all

in the room around him.

She is the daughter of my stepsister and her husband, the infamous Count Ladurée.

My sister died of a strange and unknown debilitating illness.

Her beauty faded day by day,

she slowly went out,

as if carried away by the wind.

About the Count, I guess, you well know

the story of his diabolical madness.

The Little Girl was brought to the orphanage.

I still did not live here and when I came back, I immediately had the good heart to take the baby with me.

Madame Tussauds said, while Reverend Dumas nodded with his hands clasped in a monotonous prayer.

I'm not completely informed about this nasty story, please Madame, would you tell it to me?

And so saying the commissioner C. Monet

moved his chair and sat in wait

to hear this strange story.

- It all began with the slow death

of my adoptive stepsister.

The Count had gone a little mad, he began

doing strange and meaningless things.

He did not want to bury his great love,

he embalmed her, saying that he would keep her close forever.

I remember that in those days the Count was as crazy or invaded, perhaps demeaned or who knows what.

He was studying all day and all nights,

then he wrote; he wrote millions of formulas

which for me have no meaning.

Oh! But me, Commissioner, I am a smart woman and I understand things.

I know what the Count was studying! He was studying

the Magic... The Dark Magic, Commissioner!

More and more the Count Ladurée

lived in a straight-up fantasyland,

an impalpable world made up of visions.

He talked to his wife, as if she was still alive, but she was motionless, embalmed, a stuffed puppet! He talked to plants and animals! He no longer talked to people! He didn’t say any other word! He didn't say a word!

We are one of the wealthiest families in Paris, Mr. Monet, and we cannot afford certain rumors on our behalf.

We can’t! It’s trashy!

Oh! But me... I am a woman of high society, of great nobility and I know well certain things! So, I took my fur and my puppy dressed for the occasion and went to Reverend Dumas to denounce the facts and confess everything to God!

Then I went to the police with Count Ladurée’s documents and denounced him for his magic rituals and his heresies.

Thus, Count Ladurée had to take all of his stuff and run away from Paris, otherwise people would pilloried him as a heretic and / or Satan's follower!

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