ENFANTS

La Petite Fille !

Une petite fille marchait  chaque jour, pour aller et revenir de l'école,  qui sans être à côté,  n'était pas très loin de chez elle.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Bien que ce matin-là des nuages se formaient, elle se rendit à pied à son école, comme à l'accoutumée. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Durant l'après-midi, les vents s'élevèrent et les éclairs apparurent, de plus en plus nombreux.  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Inquiète, la Maman , s'empressa de prendre la route, en voiture, vers l'école. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            En route, elle vit apparaître sa petite fille qui,  à chaque éclair, s'arrêtait, regardait vers le ciel et souriait. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Quelques éclairs se succédèrent rapidement et chaque fois, l'enfant regardait vers l'éclair, et souriait. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Sa mère parvint à ses côtés, baissa sa vître et lui demanda :

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Mais,  que fais-tu là ma chérie  ?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         L'enfant de répondre aussitôt :

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             "J'essaie d'être belle, car Dieu n'arrête pas de me prendre en photo ! "