- It was a summer conversation. The readers of these magazines have been informed of the feat that took place on the island of Oléron. A couple of portrayed people who maintained their second residence did not have the cucurucho of the neighborhood. The case was tried and the owner of Maurice (the rooster) was forced to appear in the Rochefort court, abandoning everything.
The lawyers fought to find out whether in Saint-Pierre d’Oléron it was an “errural” town or a city. In the first case, the rooster had the right to sing, in the second case he did not. I knew the resolution on the pillow. A major campaign of signatures in favour of the evil Maurice had already gathered over 138,000 signatures.
Kalapita also had her article in the New YorkTimes. You have to fill the casetas as well. In Euskal Herria we have also known the insult of a couple who did not suffer the tides of the sheep of the neighborhood. In other words, I wanted a campaign with the benefits of the citizens, but no scents or scratches. To contradict this attitude, a Frenchman in turn wants the bell to be a sound, a scream of cattle and another way of protecting himself as a French “heritage”. Destiny.
Around 1850, the crusted nozzles were delivered to the Cambo-Bajo Square. He was an American who had entered Montevideo and married a Kanbo girl leaving his first wife in Uruguay. With the prohibition of the tubers of real sui-timbal and the recognition of the festival, the youth gave to its celebration the title of “The case of the rooster” (Lejugement du coq), a pretext of imaginary matter. Everybody knew who the rooster was, in the alabain. The graceful footsteps of the rooster seemed to be as fast as the donkey step.
I don't know if Rostand, after a decade of zombeit, was aware of such a story when his Chantecler sank. Well, just like before, rooster and man.
[P.D. In early September, the judge ruled that the reason is that the cock owner has the right to sing and that Maurice has the right. Editorial Notice]