OUR HISTORY...

Once upon a time there were the first steps of a fawn on the banks of the Guisane.

Her eyelids open on the brilliant reflection of the river-level canopy.

< i>Our fawn became greatly intoxicated by the discreet rustling of the undergrowth in summer, 

The crunch of hooves on the snow icy.

He felt his great branching antlers grow, secretly hoping to resemble the lofty trees that populated his forest.< /p>

By dint of big dreams, we soon saw the stag parading its foliage on the top of the mountains. Everyone in the valley was already talking about the deer with living foliage.

Loving spaces, our deer preferred among all, the. ridge of the White Rock.

This is where he stood to admire the sky.

In the air, he watched the great eagles whirl for hours, envied their ease.

He cherished the hope that one of them would come to rest on this wood, daring, less shy.

By dint of big dreams, we soon saw an eagle invite itself on the strange branches.

The big deer and then the eagle become friends. 

One told of the forest, lakes and woods.

The other shared with him the very high, the clouds and the flight of birds.

Everyone in the valley spoke of the great deer and the eagle without further dissociating them.

This is how, history tells us, some people soon saw the great flying stag.

When we talked about him, we called him "Great Eagle".

 © Mel & Kio, November 2013