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This is the story of theAnimal With No Name,

This is the story of the
Animal With No Name, written by Guillaume and illustrated by me. 

You'll find the complete translation in English at the end.

Voici
l'histoire de l'animal sans nom, ecrit par Guillaume et avec des dessins par moi. 

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In the middle of a prairie of wild grasses lived an animal with no name and no friends.
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The animal with no name had no one to play with.  No one to talk with.  No one.  No one.  No one.

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He had never met the other inhabitants of the wild grasses. That, in fact, was the reason he didn’t have any friends. And he was bored a lot. A whole lot. So he spent all his time sleeping in his little house.
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The animal with no name didn’t get up until the sun was very high in the sky, and the heat stifled all signs of life. Silence reigned then over the prairie of wild grasses, because all the other inhabitants were taking their naps.
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The birds took refuge in their nests in the shade of the leaves.
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The insects hid under the grasses and let themselves be rocked by the wind.
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The grass runners buried themselves deep in the ground, there where the heat hesitated to venture.
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The prairie of wild grasses was full of drowsiness then and empty of friends for the animal with no name. And he believed himself to be alone.
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One day, however, as he ventured his snout into the bright daytime sun, he discovered an enormous wooden box.
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