HUMOUR

- Bonjour mon cœur, c'est papa au téléphone... Tu peux me passer maman ?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          - Ze peux pas, elle est à l'étaze dans sa chambre, avec oncle Patrick.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Bref silence.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        - Mais ma chérie, tu n'as pas d'oncle Patrick ?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             - Si, si, il est dans la chambre avec maman !
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     - Bien, ok, bon, alors, voilà ce que je veux que tu fasses : pose le téléphone, cours en haut, frappe à la porte de la chambre, et crie à maman et oncle Patrick que la voiture de Papa vient de rentrer dans le garage ...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           - D'accord papa ...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Quelques secondes plus tard, la fillette, affolée et en pleurs, revient au téléphone.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      - Z'ai fait ce que tu m'as dit, papa.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            - Mais, qu'est-ce qui s'est passé ?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    - Ben, maman s'est mise à crier, à sauter hors du lit toute nue, elle s'est mise à courir partout, elle a glissé sur le tapis, elle est tombée sur le coin du lit. Il y a plein de sang et elle ne bouge plus. Je crois que maman est morte !
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     - Oh mon Dieu ! mon Dieu ! mon Dieu !  ... Et oncle Patrick ?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                - Ben, il a sauté hors du lit tout nu, s'est mis à courir partout, puis il a sauté par la fenêtre de derrière dans la piscine  ... Mais il a oublié que le week-end dernier, tu avais vidé la piscine pour la nettoyer, et maintenant je pense qu'il est mort, lui aussi  ...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Long silence. Puis papa dit :
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           - La piscine ? Quelle piscine ? Je ne suis pas au 01.13.37.69.69 ?