Extrait du livre 05 - Moko : The hills of fire
The hills of fire A tale by Arnaud de Buchy Pedagogical content by Emmanuelle Reyss & Jean-Baptiste Lorenzo Illustrated by Sonia Grandame & Joachim Hérissé Le Regard Sonore Editions
The hills of fire
One morning, the wind was blowing hard, so hard it swept the ground and shook the trees. Sand was swept up, creating an orangy fog that hovered over the whole village. Moko stepped outside to witness this strange spectacle.
The rainy season was drawing near, and Moko couldn't help noticing the dark clouds looming on the horizon. "The rain is going to fall!" Moko told himself "I should get shelter under a tree."
The wind was swirling up harder and harder, and Moko needed the help of a walking stick to reach the trees on what the elders called the 'Hill of Fire'.
As soon as he'd reached the trees, thunder started to rumble. Moko said to himself "I'll wait till the rain stops falling, and when it has, I'll head back to the village."
An old man arrived, helping himself with a large walking stick against the blowing wind. "What are you doing out, foolish boy?" "I've taken shelter under this tree until the rain passes." "We've got to return to the village. The thunder is rumbling, and soon fire will come out of the sky." "No." said Moko "Only rain will fall." The old man drew close to Moko. "Don't you realize we're on the Hill of Fire!" "During each storm, before the rain starts coming down, a tree bursts into flames." "It may be the very one we're standing under! Come, help me back to the village."






























