Doug And Crooked In The Forest

From The Depths Of The Night, A Curious Melody Rings Out, Awakening The Sleeping Forest From Its Slumber.
- Fuit Fao Olé Ola! Tirlalila.

Doug Listened, The Branches Of Tordu Shivered.
-What Is Doug?

- I Would Rather Say Who? Shh Little One!

- Finally Home. Ha! Ha! Ha! But What About It? On My Steps? Hum! Two New Ones. Good Evening Doug!

Doug Observed The Strange Individual.
- Hello My Little One! But You Are Growing Strong And Well, You Are A Worthy Representative Of The Fir Trees Of The Great North.
- My Name Is Tordu.
- That I Knew, But What Are You Hiding In This Trunk?
- Nothing But Weeds.
- Nenni! Nay! Sapineau, Do You Think You Can Deceive The Great Gaotcho!

The Forest Sneered. A Cough Came From Between The Branches.
- Well, The Strange Old Man Asked Himself, Closing One Eye And Opening The Other In Astonishment. What Is This Noise That My Ears Have Heard?
- It’s Me, Replied Tordu Gravely, Trying To Answer. Protect His Friend.
- Garlic! Doug Screamed, Receiving Two Blows To The Head With A Wand. Have You Gone Mad Grand Godicho; Do You Want To Break Me?
- In Wood, You Are Made A Simpleton. Call Me Gaotcho. Good Evening You Big Doug.

Doug Replied, Very Proud Of This Adjective:
- Good Evening Master Gaotcho, Would You Haunt These Places?
-That’s Not The Right Word, I’ve Lived In This Place For Ages. But I Went On A Trip For A Few Weeks To The End Of The World. The Search For Love. Ha! Love, My Dear Doug.
He Cooed, Turning Around.
-What Is Love Doug?
-Small, This Seems A Little Complicated To Me. à Explain, Adds Doug, Embarrassed.
- A Self, Which Makes Us Do A Thousand Absurd Things At Random. Who Lets Himself Be Playful By This Feeling. But That Said, It Is Not Unpleasant To Abandon Yourself To His Torments. Nothing Terrifying About It; To Be A Prisoner Of The Heart Of His Beloved. Gaotcho Crooned.
- I Want To Believe You, You Are The Enchanter. But Tell Me Gaotcho, The Forest Announced To Us Your Arrival This Morning. Cut Doug!
- No! Wrong, You Are Making. It’s Not Me She’s Waiting For.
-If Not You, Who Is It?
- Doug And Crooked. It’s The Thirteenth Black Moon!
-The Black Moon, Doug And Tordu Exclaimed Together.
- Let Me Tell You About The Terrible Misfortune Linked To The Spell Of The Black Moons.