bonsoir, Qui pourrait me faire une histoire en anglais avec ces consigne svp

ravie de t'aider voici la reponse attendue

Her name is Tadidou, it's funny as a name, I admit, but in her crystalline voice, she blew it to me as one confides a secret.

Many may believe that I am crazy, crazy to bind.

But if you make a small effort, you will see her golden hair.

She is shy, but very curious.

The first time I met her, she played with the laces of my shoes. She had got tangled up, it's stupid, because she could have strangled herself.

She was furious and when she turned around, she saw me who dominated her from all my height, giant monstrous, hardly daring to believe his eyes, I assure you.

One of her little wings was stuck, so, delicately, a silly smile on her lips, I helped her with my clumsy big fingers.

Very slowly, without frightening him.

Once delivered, she flew away and in a sound of bells berserk, she evaporated.

Only on the floor, shining like a thin spine.

I could not have seen her, but the sun was playing with the reflection of what turned out to be a tiny opaline flute.

With my magnifying glass, I discovered this little object.

My voice was silent.

I have a luthier friend, a born artist. He made me an exact replica, but to my size.

He did not ask me to explain to him.

He just seemed surprised, then took up the challenge.

It is a flute made in the same material, an object of beauty.

When I was alone, subjugated by this perfect form, I laughed heartily.

Maybe so, I could find my new friend?

I am not a musician.

I blew gently into the strange instrument ... and I saw it reapply!

She looked angry and each of her movements dropped a multicolored dust that haloed her.

I began to sneeze and flattened another agreement.

She sat on the wardrobe, her head in her hands,

I stopped my fuss, the noise of fair and approached, handing him, in the palm of my hand, what I could have taken yet for a rose thorn if the magnifying glass magnifying glass had revealed to me identity.

She calmed down, and sliding down my fingers, she settled down.

Taking hold of her good, sitting comfortably in my hand in section as in a nest, she caught her breath.

A melody as sweet as a petal that does as it pleases escaped his lips, as gay as the rain that laps the night.

I was seized with fever, this music enchanted me.

She sang to me how much she thanked me for having wanted to see what others could have ignored, namely a little fairy all crumpled, entangled in laces that served as skipping rope.

Since then, she never leaves me, and when I'm tired, tired, she plays me that little playful air that soothes everything.

And now, do you see it?

There, in the hollow of my hand, the graceful Lilliput who laughs at seeing your blind eyes wide open to better distinguish her.

There, right there!

Open your ears and listen to this sound like no other.

Do you hear it?

I see some smile.

You're right, it's the only reaction to this beautiful music.

You hear it, I am sure of it.

You see her, it's certain, her name is Tadidou, it's funny as a name!

She blew it to me as you confide a secret ...

voila a la prochaine :)