He seized the drawing again and on the back he wrote, “I am an animal with no name.”
Then he put the paper back in the box, and so as not to frighten his
very first friend, he hid in the wild grasses.

The animal with no name waited a little.  But the more he waited, the more he thought that he
would like to know his friend’s name.  He went back up to the box, knocked again and the box opened.  But the drawing wasn’t there!

And the cry carried all across the prairie of wild grasses.  The birds, the insects, the
grass runners… they all woke up.

Bamasha of the Day looked at the pebbles, looked at the grasses, looked at the clouds, and
smiled.  He said to himself “What a pretty name, ‘Bamasha of the Day’,” and he cried out as loud as he could

“Who are you?”

In its place, there were lots of little pebbles.  The little pebbles formed letters, which in
their turn formed words, which spelled out

“I’LL CALL YOU BAMASHA
OF THE DAY”

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.