09 - Karin's words
Two hundred words. Deux cent mots. Once upon a time, in the land of far far away, lived in a blissfull state, a village made of 200 souls. Each of them was a word and they had built their society on one an only principle = Make Sense.
Well, when i say "make sense", it could also have been no sense at all, or nonsense, or common sense or even a meaningless definition, as long as it was a "word".
All divided but for one purpose they formed groups, known as sentences. The balance was always a tricky business: subject, verb, complement were always needed; adjectives, nouns, adverbs, articles... etc... always welcome.
One day a stranger came along. He was french, very colourful and musical but also hard to pronounce, it was said...
After a while, everybody was charmed by the novelty and it's "frenchness" rubbed on every letters and each syllables meaning and understanding where still there but some how making sense was harder.
C'est pourquoi the village ressemblait more and more to une jolie chanson from another planete.
Chaque jour les words se me'langeaient one to another, et became more and more satisfied in exchanging leurs lettres.
A new village was born and one word has sufficed.
