When she is tired, Pilou's mother often mixes up the words. One evening, rather than asking him to throw his clothes in the dirty laundry bag, she offers to put them in the monkey lake. The child laughs, then crawls under the covers with this image in mind. The evocative slip of the tongue then acts like a real magic key, leading the boy into a fascinating dream, populated by monkeys and creatures that are sometimes marvelous, sometimes frightening.
On tired days, my mother says words backwards. Animals become arimal, a bag of laundry turns into a lake of monkeys. And I, Pilou, become Loupi and sometimes, in the evening, I dive with his words into the wonderful lake of the night.
3 yo and up
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