LE LIVRE MYSTÉRIEUX EN MICMAC

- Mother, I admit I did it,
Alas, ill-judged and ill-fated.
But since God accepts to forgive,
Mother, give me your pardon, please!

- Pardon you! How could that be?
Great is the wrong that you did me!
You have mislaid my little book,
My only solace, in some nook.

- Poor Mother , you must pardon me!
Your book will be found easily: Push the button