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**Extrait**

La cabane n 'est pas tres eloignee de notre quartier mais le probleme, c'est
qu'il y a une petite foret a traverser. En fait, ce n'est pas vraiment une
foret, c'est plutot un terrain vague sur lequel ont pousse des arbres. Et au
bout du terrain vague, il y a la cite des Jonquilles, les Jonk, comme on dit.
C'est la que vivent Raphael et ses trois copains. On a toujours un peu mal au
ventre quand on traverse le petit bois, parce qu'on a la trouille de tomber
sur eux.
Ils sont au collegemais on dirait qu'ils n'ont jamais de devoirs, ils passent
leur temps assis au pied des arbres. Quand ils en ont assez de la nature, ils
vont sur la place du jet d'eau, a cote de lamairie et ils passent des heures,
assis par terre ou debout, adosses contre le mur.

The den wasn't very far fromour neighbourhood, but the problem was that there
was a little forest you had to go through. Actually, it wasn't really a
forest, more like a waste ground where some trees had sprouted up. At the far
end of the waste land, there was the Daffodils estate, the Daffs, as it was
called. That was where Raphael and his three friends lived. We always had the
butterflies when we went through the little wood because we were scared to
death of bumping into them.
They were at the middle school but you'd have thought they never ever had any
homework - they whiled the time away sitting under the trees. When they'd had
enough of nature, they headed for the square with the fountain, near the town
hall, and they spent hours sitting down or standing up, leaning against the
wall.