The nightmare

We were cornered on all sides:

Huge snakes with sharp fangs were climbing higher and higher, and seemed to grow in number.

All around us, an ocean of blood that stretched to infinity left us helpless, without a shadow of escape… without a shadow of hope.

Then I saw them: huge skeletal creatures, like dinosaurs of yesteryear, hurtling towards us! The sound of their clashing bones was frightening and the size of their gaping jaws made my blood run cold.

My barking became a death howl and then a yelp, I saw us lost and backed away from the edge, defeated.

“Fight Choco! Fight back! Fight! Come on! Get up Choco! Fight!”

Loedi screamed as she swung her sword endlessly. The slightest bit of tongue, fang or flesh… she didn’t hesitate and her blade cut.

The wounded animal would retreat while she faced another… but it kept coming back to attack.

I regained my courage and stood up. We may not win, but we won’t give them the pleasure of an easy victory, we will fight to the end, like heroes!

And who knows… if the Gods are with us… we will win!

“Choco! Choco… get up Choco!”

I opened my eyes…

The last tourists had left the room, the museum was about to close and Loedi had just finished his drawing. It was just a nightmare… a horrible nightmare…

Once upon a time… at Café Léonard

Once upon a time… at Café Léonard, there was a happy band of amateur artists who liked to share their passion.

“You see, Choco, it’s more motivating to draw with others. And over a coffee, it’s fun! I can’t wait to see each other’s drawings!

– Yes Loedi! I’m hungry… Isn’t there a biscuit for me next to your coffee?

– “Sigh”. You’re always hungry Choco… and no there’s no biscuit.”

Dialogue of the deaf between Loedi and Victor Hugo

On a sunny Sunday in January, Loedi sits in the garden of the Rodin Museum facing the imposing statue of Victor Hugo.
Suddenly, the statue starts talking…
“What are you doing, Loedi?
– I’m trying to draw you Mr Hugo.
– It’s not a very good likeness.
– But I told them I don’t know how to draw sculptures…
– Couldn’t you choose another model? Why me if you’re going to draw me badly?
– That is to say… the steps in front of you allow me to sit and settle down comfortably…
– What a cheeky girl! I thought it was to honour me, out of admiration for my person and my work!
– Sorry…. Yes, of course! Don’t get angry Mr Hugo, my drawing is not so bad after all, look!
– Um… what is this coloured background you have put behind us?
– Those are the decorations for the Dior fashion show that took place in the museum garden: large embroideries made by Indian artists featuring Shiva and …
– Shiva? I don’t know… but I like the colours. Why didn’t you put colours on me?
– Because you’re all marble, Mr. Hugo… white marble.
– I want colours.
– On the drawing? But…
– Of course not…. I want colours there for real! Paint me! I’m tired of being in white! Take your colours and get to work right away!
– But… I can’t… it’s forbidden!
– Forbidden? Forbid me, the great and famous Victor Hugo? What an affront! I demand colours right away!
– But ….
– Colours! Stop answering and get to work!
– …
– Loedi? Where are you going? Come back right now! Loedi? Loedi!!! I want colours! Come back! Loedi!!!”