“Salut, grand-mère Lune! Ca va?” she yelled.
“Shh!” whispered her mère, “Grand-mère Lune is sleeping.
You’ll wake her. Speak softly.”
“Excusez-moi?” whispered young Chloe.
Chloe walked more quietly,
telling her feet to be silent, “Shh, se taire.”
Mère and Chloe tiptoed through the grass to just the right spot.
Mère spread out a blanket with moons and stars.
Mère set the picnic basket on top of it.
Chloe wanted to open it, “Bon! S’il vous plaît ?”
“Oui, mon chéri, you may have a bite,” nodded mère.
Chloe’s eyes were as big as la Luna.
and took a bite, “C’est délicieux!”
Chloe pulled out the moon pizza next.
It was big and round and as white as the moon,
with lots of cheesy-white hair.
“Oui, mon chéri,
Grand-mère Lune is an angel,” mère agreed.
“Just like you!”
“J’ai faim,” said Chloe, rubbing her belly.
Mère looked up at Grand-mère Lune, waiting for a sign,
“Bon!” The coyotes deep in the forest howled.
The frogs croaked, the crickets chirped,
and a shooting star shot by la Luna’s face.
“Voir la lune!” Chloe pointed at grand-mère Lune.
Mère laughed, “She’s winking! Voila, a sign!”
Coyotes howling, frogs croaking, crickets chirping,
and a wink from grand-mère Lune.
“Merci!” sang Chloe.
She and mère dined to their heart’s content,
under the silvery light of grand-mère Lune.
Bon appétit! And that’s the end of the Story.
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Photos by Vlatka Herzberg