The long long holiday

1939 P2

(For no apparent reason my draft for the chapter mysteriously vanished.)
This is my first book so some chapters may be short, like the last one (that takes like, 50 seconds the read or something like that.)

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Colette ran too the elderly couple, Embracing her grandmother, Emile, and her Grandfarther, Rene.
"Woah! Ha! Calm down dear Colette, You are going to knock me over!" Rene said with a laugh.
Colette gasps, "Mr cat!" She yells and starts chasing the cat around the outside of her grandparents lovely brick cottage.
Ernest grabs his things out of the car and drags them over to the door and leaves them there and gets Colette's stuff rather glumly before sitting down on the front door step of the cottage.

"Well, what's the news from Paris?" Rene asked
"Here, have this." Robert gave his farther in-law a newspaper.
"Well, they're at it again..." Rene mutters.
Grannily looks over and sees Ernest on the front step.
"Well, uhhhh, why don't we go to Jeanne's to gets some ingredients to bake a cake!" Grannily said.
"Oooooooh a cake? Yes grannily can we can we please?" Colette begged.
"Go Ernest." Says Their mother.
Ernest reluctantly gets up at his mothers request.

They walk down the road as Colette rambles on about learning to read and write. Ernest walks beside them.
"Hello cows!" Colette says giggling.
"Hi Emile! Ah hah! I see the parisians are in town!" A man on his bike yells.
"Hi baptiste" Colette yells as he rides past.
"Good day baptiste" Grannily says.
He looks back at them while waving.
"Woah! Ahhhh! Aghhh!" Ding! Ding! Squeak! "Arghhhhh!" Crash!
Baptiste is in a ditch legs over his head.
"Oh my god! Dear baptiste are you alright?!?" Grannily says walking over to baptiste.
"Oh, yes I'm quite alright, that thing nearly killed me!" Baptiste responded.
"What on earth are you referring to?" Grannily asks. Colette walks over to the bush and waited there, Ernest followed her.

"What do you reckon it is?" Ernest asked.
"I don't know." Colette answered.
Oink! Snort! Oink!
Then a small baby pig jumps out of the bush and Ernest yells and falls backwards.
"ArGh!" Ernest says as he flops over on the ground.
Colette giggles, "it's a pig! It's a pig! Haha!"
"It must be Jeanne's pig!" Grannily says chuckling.
"We'll come on children, let's keep going."
"Awwww. But I don't want to go grannily, the morteaus are always mean to me." Ernest complained.
"Now now, no more complaining, Now come on!" Grannily says.
Ernest sighs. He starts walking with the milk can trailing behind him.
"Bye baptiste!" Ernest called back to the poor postman while he was fixing up his chain on his bike.

They walk into the farm and feathers float and fly around the children.
"Hi Emilie, Oh and you got the little parisians with you, How are you going children?" Mrs Mourteu asks.
Colette and Ernest say nothing biting their lip and petrified.
"Cat got your tongue?" Mrs morteau questions. "Ohhh, it's the chicken that's got you spellbound, ah well, you gotta kill if you wanna eat." She says.
"Ah there's the little rascal." She said pointing at the pig.
"Real runaway this one... came here for the milk?" Mrs morteau asks.
"Ah! Yes, we would like some milk please and some eggs." Grannily says.
"Gaston! Marcel! Come out here." Mrs morteau yells.
The gate of the farmhouse bursts open and two certain gingers appeared from inside.
"I told you to keep an eye on that rotten pig! Now, Gaston go get the milk for Emile here, and Marcel, go with Ernest and get that milk." The younger one sighed grabbed the milk can and dragged it behind him.
"Alight, come with me city boy." Marcel said bluntly.

Ernest followed Marcel to their chicken coop nervously.
"Well  go on city boy." Marcel said in a mocking tone. Motioning for him to go into the chicken coop.
"What, wait, Me?!" Ernest said nervously eyeing all the chickens. "I've never gotten eggs from a chicken before."
"Well it's not going to happen itself" Marcel said grinning.
Ernest walked in and took a egg from under a chickens wing.
He grinned to himself and grabbed another from a different chicken. Then-
WHAM
The door slammed shut and Ernest stumbled backwards.
"Hey! Hey! Let me out!" Ernest yelled pounding on the door.
Marcel picked up a stick and started prancing around the side of the coop bashing and hitting the side of the coop.
"Ha! Haha! Ha!" Marcel laughed. He started imitating a chicken.
The chickens went berserk and they flew around hitting Ernest, the walls and each other.
SLAP
"Hey!" Marcel groaned. "Stop fooling around. You little turd." Said his older brother pirre.
Pierre opened the latch and Ernest came running out. Slipped, flew through the air and landed in cow manure.
Marcel Cracked up and started laughing a wheezing.
SLAP
"Ow! Take it easy Pierre!" Marcel said.