« After swallowing a kilo of noodles between them, they found themselves in the tiny room that the great aunt had made available to them. Kléber pulled out his cell phone. Simple always watched him. "You have a phephalone," he said in a tone of envy. Why don't I have a tepedone? "Because you're too small," Kléber replied distractedly. So, 01... 48... - 12, 3, B, 1000, 100. Kléber passed his hand on his forehead. his brother had further confused him. Anyway, what's the point of calling their dad? Mr. Maluri knew only one solution: the institution. He would tell her to hand simple over to Malicroix. "Cuckoo!" said a mischievous voice. Simple, sitting in a suit on the bed, hid something behind him. He repeated "cuckoo" in a promising tone. two ears of flaccid and greyish tissue propped from his back. He waved them. "Missed more than him," Kléber mumbled. "Who's that? -I don't know. The fun had to last. "It's with "in" in it," said Simple. "Is he a leprechaun?" "No, no " Is it a shark? Simple choked with laughter. "Is that Mr. Pinpin?" - Ouiiii! screamed Simple, brandishing a stuffed old rabbit whose ears were trembling. »

« - What's it like? Is she sick? - She's crazy. She recites Shakespeare in the middle of a whole bunch of critters! I do not know where she got her information from, but I had to admit that it was a pretty good summary of my life. »

« "I need children's books. They give me a profusion of what the books of the greats give so cheesy: optimism. " »