On that afternoon, the grasshoppers were swarming away from the lawnmower blades.
 
My game was to run away with them, the wind blowing through my hair as I ran and jumped. 
 
I followed the patterns drawn by their agile dance,
without thinking of anything except that I was like them.
 
The fence stopped me dead. 
 
It cut the horizon into squares. I stood for a moment contemplating these small pictures, so vast, which divided a wild and unknown nature ; where the monster's blades no longer roared.
 
Back on my feet, I walked on the freshly cut grass that lay there.
 
The grasshoppers had flown away.