Où est le cheval?

A few weeks ago in French class, we were split into pairs and tasked with writing a short conversation between two people, one of whom had lost something, and then presenting it to the class. Sounds basic, yes? Well, it wasn’t quite so simple for me, I’m afraid.

At the time, I was just recovering from a nasty case of bronchitis and my voice sounded awful, and the girl I had been paired with was not feeling much better, as she was coming down with a nasty cold herself. Together, we probably sounded like two old, wheezing geese honking out a stumbling conversation in French. We were also probably sleep-deprived, and this was the last (or second to last?) week of the term, with moods running high and students being excited for the holidays. Thus, our (meant-to-be-serious) written conversation quickly took a turn for the silly, devolving into a rather bizarre story of a horse inexplicably getting lost near a restaurant in Marseille. It was finished hastily amid much quiet giggling and coughing, and it is my pleasure to present it to you here.

R : Bonjour, est-ce que vous êtes Mme Amélie?

K : Oui, c’est bien moi. Qui êtes-vous ?

R : Je m’appelle Mme Belle. Je suis le détective principal du département de police de Marseille.

K : Pourquoi m’appelé-vous ?

R : Nous avons trouvés votre cheval dans la Rue Papety. Nous avons reçu un appel au téléphone du restaurant « Abaco » pour venir le chercher.

K : Oh mon dieu ! Comment est-ce qu’elle est arrivée la ?

R : Je ne sais pas madame.

K : Sûrement elle a échappé son enclos, c’est terrible !

R : Est-il possible que vous pourriez venir la récupérer?

K : Mais bien sûr ! Où est elle ?

R : Elle est attachée à l’extérieur du poste de police. On l’a donné des carottes !

K : Je viendrai dans une heure. Merci beaucoup, je ne vais pas la laisser sortir de ma vue à nouveau !

R : Pas de problème madame, a bientôt !

K :  Au revoir !

Well, I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it.

À bientôt 🙂


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