4 (french) Werber, Bernard

Fur. I concentrated more and I remembered long winters,
nestled snug in my den with my vixen and my cubs. There
was no better rest in the world.
In the spring, I was delighted to long runs
in the forest, intoxicated with the smell of moss and thyme
who had just beat my nose when I was in great
gallop. How could I know what a race
four legs? How could I know the feeling
Heat the burrow during the winter?
The more I thought about it, the more memories of my life
Fox was accurate. I did not run fast enough to get to hunt
effectively. I remembered encounters painful with
hedgehogs. The smell of the forest. When? I was a fox,
breathing and in the direction of the wind, I could have a
complete map of the surroundings. ca I remembered. How
was this possible?
Others also wondered memories exogenous.
The subject fascinated everyone in the restaurant. The
conversation soon became general. A big man with the
long nose claim special memories of an elephant, a little
lady shy confessed old quail, a man removed to recollected