Hey there, boys and girls ! Welcome to my very own art project (more owned than artistic i must say...) that i've been developping for the last two years: Pint Fables (which original title is Les Fables du Pichet in french).

In short, it is stories with morals at the ends. I don't have any main subject, but most fables are about politic, education, sociological issus (such as gambling, racism, family, couples, etc.) overconsumption, mass media and religion, all turned up into some kind of weird parodies. The one I'll let you read is the very first one i wrote. So far, i've wrote 26 episodes and i wish i'll reach the forties someday. The next story isn't really an episode, it's more of a prologue since it didn't really have any serious subject. But it's a short one and that way, I'll be able to know (i hope) if you'd like to read more of'em.

Anyway, i've said enough for now It's not really serious, but I hope you'll enjoy reading it.

*By the way, it's a french-to-english translation, and since i'm not perfectly bilingual, there might be some syntaxic or other types of mistake. If so, just tell me and i'll fix those problems as soon as i can*

Potato Story

On his way out to work, a paperboy, pedaling on a trail mainly surrounded with fields and emptyness, is seeing a guy peeling potatoes close to a well...

- Hey, what are you doing?

- I'm peeling potatoes, you damn idiot! Can't you see it?

- But why right now? It's only 4 am. The only needed thing to do at such an early hour is delivering papers.

- So what? Just go and let me be.

- But... isn't it quite stange to do what you're doing by night, here, on some lost dirt trail?

- DAMN IT! Get lost! You piss me off! Just let me peel my lousy potatoes already!

- Honestly, I don't get your point about pitching your potato peels into this recycling box.

- (sigh) Thery're biodegradable...

- Uh... Ok. Hey! What the hell are you doing? Why are you throwing your peeled potatoes down the well ?

Instead of giving an answer, the other guy finnally loses his temper, grabs the paperboy, who quickly follows the same path as did the potatoes.

Three years later, it's about 4 am. when a farmer suddenly stops his tractor, dazed while looking at this former paperboy, peeling potatoes right by a well...

There's two morals about that story:

First : If you ever cross somebody peeling potatoes outside before dawn, get away from him as fast as you can. That person is obviously suffering from some mental disorder and could be potentially dangerous.

Second : If you had stayed down that well for three years long, you wouldn't eat potatoes either.

Haha! I like that!