â Bonjour , Marlène. Bonjour , Jacqueline. Bonjour , Gary . . .â He greeted each of the birds by name as he let them out of their cage and perched them on top of the cart while they stretched their multicolored wings.
â Bonjour , Norman.â He gave Norman the tops of some red carnations to eat.
âWill they let him inside?â Brigitte asked Monsieur Cliquot.
He gave her a small bouquet of yellow roses. âGet your ticket from the first teller. That is Monique. Give her these and sheâll let him in.â
âThank you,â Brigitte said. âIâll bring the other birds home later.â
âDâaccord.â He wished us luck with the rest of the hunt.
Brigitte gave Monique the flowers as Monsieur Cliquothad advised, and voilà , pigs were welcome to roam the Père-Lachaise grounds.
With map in hand, we set out for section eighty-three, with Norman leading the way. Someone needed to explain in pig language that we were racing against the clock here. Norman checked out every smell the way youâd expect a dog to, and he nibbled flowers off the grave sites, generating dirty looks. At this rate it was going to take us forever to find section eighty-three. We had major ground to cover!
This cemetery was bigger, and more beautiful, than any Iâd ever seen. I estimated that the walk to section fifty-two was probably a mile. Norman slowed down, and I expected that soon heâd need to rest. I plucked a few dead flowers from a grave and used them to lure Norman along. âCome on, boy. Good pig,â I said, while I was thinking, Just hurry up, you stupid pig!
âMany famous people are buried here,â said Henri.
âLike who?â
âChopin and Molière,â Henri said.
âI know Chopin was a great musician, but I donât know Molière,â I said.
âThat is because you are not French,â Brigitte said. âMolière was a very famous playwright and actor. You probably know Jim Morrison.â
âIâve heard of him,â I said.
âHe was an American musician. Very popular,â Brigitte explained. âAh, section eighty-three,â she announced.
It was not hard to find the grave we were meant to find because it was surrounded by royal blue shirts. Camera flashes snapped in our faces as we approached.
We were first! Even with the pig slowing us down, weâd won!
But then I saw Jean-Luc, Sabine, and Robert talking to Murielle duPluie. They smiled broadly when they saw us.
Seriously? My heart dropped .
Now we wouldnât get the tickets or backstage passes, and I wouldnât be featured on the French news.
A girl in blue said, âYou are the first team to arrive with a pig.â
âBut the second team to arrive,â I pointed out glumly.
âYes, second. Second is good. Only the first and second get a chance at the box,â she said.
Wait, what? âThe box?â I asked.
âYes. The game isnât over for you,â she said. âThere is one more challenge, and only the first two teams get to try it.â
âAre you kidding?â Robert asked. âWe were here first!â
âSo you get to try with the box too.â She smiled like this was exciting news, but Jean-Luc, Sabine, and Robertglared at her. Clearly, they hadnât seen this twist coming.
Murielle duPluie looked into the camera, shining her white teeth, and said, âIt seems this contest is not over, Paris.â
A microphone appeared in my face. âHi there,â she said to me. âMurielle duPluie with Music News . What are your names?â
I stared into the camera. âWe are Gwenâfrom the USâand Henri and Brigitteââ
Brigitte interrupted me. âFrom Boutique BrigitteâPour les Petits Animaux.â
Murielle ignored her and asked me, âHow does it feel?â
âItâs amazing, like, with a capital A ,â I said. âI am so
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