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Chantez, mes chatons !

Chantez, mes chatons !

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Title: Chantez, mes chatons !
ISBN: 978-2-923425-65-8
Illustration: Claude Thivierge
Release date: March 2012
Format: Novel / Pocket with CD, 74 pages
Intended audience: 9 years old and up
Price: $ 12.95

Book summary

Vicky Vaillancourt and Justin Poirier take part in the yard sale such as the annual jamboree, by their village’s scouts and cubs, to collect funds to be used for summer activities. While Charles Bilodeau, their rival, finds himself at the popular toy table, Vicky and Justin must sell some one hundred opera records! But who would ever want to buy such music? A person who’s lost a few marbles, that’s for sure. And it seems to be exactly the case with the only client to show up at their table: an old lady who looks like a queen, dressed in an outdated outfit, and adorned with numerus bulky jewels. Are Vicky and Justin dreaming, or did the lady just claim that cats can sing? The children are a bit frighten at first. But that’s before they start trembling in horror on their way home, as they walk by the old lady’s home and hear a very strange melody. The friends can’t believe their ears: indeed, it seems that cats can sing very well. Impossible! Unless they’re under an evil spell and the lady is actually a wicked witch! Let’s bet that after this adventure, the children will never listen to music the way they used to!

Book Excerpt

Vicky pince les lèvres, tandis que Justin réprime une grimace. la température, si douce soit-elle, ne fait pas vendre des disques. Elle ne fait pas non plus gagner les paris, à moins qu’on ait justement parié sur le temps qu’il fera ! Les enfants s’abstiennent cependant de tout commentaire, ne voulant pas froisser la seule personne ayant passé plus d’une minute en leur compagnie depuis le début de la vente-débarras.

Inconsciente de leurs déboires, la femme prend appui plus solidement sur sa canne à l’aide de sa main gauche. De sa main droite, elle attrape quelques disques, les approche de son visage et plisse les yeux pour les examiner. Peine perdue ! Vicky et Justin sont persuadés que même si elle n’avait pas eu la vue affaiblie par l’âge, la pauvre ne serait pas parvenue à lire les noms incompréhensibles inscrits sur les boîtiers.

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