Nuit Blanche
It has been awfully cold last night in my cardboard box underneath the Gare St.Lazare.
The trains make a terrible noise because everything has been shrinking during the night, widening the gaps between the rails and stretching powercables. My poodles get desperate from listening to the high piercing sounds of trains braking.
When I take them out for a stroll in the fresh snow, they shiver and start lifting up their tiny feet as high as possible. That's ok, because so do I. We parade around in the snow like Arabian mares, ready for a horse-training championship.
The trains make a terrible noise because everything has been shrinking during the night, widening the gaps between the rails and stretching powercables. My poodles get desperate from listening to the high piercing sounds of trains braking.
When I take them out for a stroll in the fresh snow, they shiver and start lifting up their tiny feet as high as possible. That's ok, because so do I. We parade around in the snow like Arabian mares, ready for a horse-training championship.
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