The next morning, Iris and Mr Carrot decided to go to the Park de la Tête d’Or where they would meet all the vegetables at the Crocodiles’ House, and then Guignol Puppet near the Opera House.
At 7.00 a.m. everything was still in the park and Iris could hear a group of deer that was just waking up in the misty ground that looked like a shining rink. She did not lose time and said the magic words to call Guignol Puppet.
“Guignol, Guignol, protect thy child from the devil imps”, and then, Guignol appeared, a friendly grin on his face. Iris felt better as soon as she saw him and told him everything about their terrible adventures. Guignol would not have the devil imps in the City of Lights. No one could destroy his kingdom of lights and flavours, the Kingdom of French cuisine and the Paradise of all his dear kids. How could he tell his stories about the local language and customs if they all disappeared. He would help and protect them.
A few hours later, Iris, Mr Carrot and Guignol Puppet were standing in front of the rubicund mayor who could not conceal his sadness. He was in charge of the happiness of his local people. Of course, he would contribute to their action.
They decided to fight against the devil imps and they plotted their attack against Dark Guignol and his chocolate river. The D-Day was to be the day when the Festival of Lights started, so a few hours later.
When the first light show began, a huge runny omelette (omelette baveuse) shining with a multitude of lights covered all the stones of the Saint-Jean Cathedral as Guignol Puppet was playing one of his favorite play, asking all the children there to throw balls of fire into the air to kill all the devil imps. They were soon to be trapped when the chocolate river began to melt down and disappear.
Hurrah! said Mr Carrot, the City of Lights is our city again and we are under the protection of Guignol Puppet who has saved us. Let’s have a big fire and a big party to celebrate our victory!
Iris was so glad. Yet, she could not help thinking about her uncle and Dark Guignol who had escaped their attack. Maybe, the City of Lights was still in danger; But, she did not share her worries. She preferred to join her friends and believe in the happy end.
If you wrote an arctile about life we’d all reach enlightenment.
What a joy to find soemone else who thinks this way.