La Petite Histoire d'un Pamplemousse par Moi     Note: I do not know how to put in accent marks without little boxes coming out instead of the actual letter, so you are forced to see it sans accents. Sorry. An english translation follows. This story was written whi9le I was at Dartmouth. It started out as an impromptu thing where i had to use certain objects beginning with the letter P in a story. I developed it into a short story and during the poetry night, I read the story while Andreas and Amy acted it out. (Andreas was the Banker and Amy was the Grapefruit).     Il etait un fois un pamplemousse. Ce pamplemousse etait tres triste parceque quand il est alle a la banque, et il a ouvert son portefeuille, le banquier lui a vu et il a pensait: un pamplemouse dans la banque, c'est bizarre! Les banquiers n'aiment pas les choses bizarre, et il a dit au pamplemousse "Va! Va! La banque, ce n'est pas un endroit pour les pamplemousses." Et le pamplemousse est parti.     Dans la rue, il a commence a pleurer. "Tout le monde ne comprend pas le vie dur d'un pamplemousse," il s'est dit. Il passait par un poubelle, quand il a eu une idee: Si il se disguisait, il pourrait entrer dans la banque sans probleme! A ce moment, il a vu un pantalon dans la poubelle. Il a mis le pantalon, et il est revenu a la banque. Le meme banquier lui a vu. Il pensait "un autre pamplemousse dans la banque! Mais, ce pamplemousse porte un pantalon, Il a l'air d'un pamplemousse responsable, un bon citoyen. Et quand le pamplemousse a ouvert son portefeuille, le banquier n'a pas dit "Va t'en", Il dit "Bonjour, monsieur. Est-ce que je peux vous aider?     La morale de cette histoire: C'est necessaire qu'on porte un pantalon dans la banque. The story of a Grapefruit by Me     Once upon a time there lived a grapefruit. This grapefruit was very sad because of an incident that happened earlier in the day. You see, that morning it had gone to a bank to set up a savings account. When he got there, he opened his wallet to take out some money. The banker saw him and thought: A gapefruit in a bank, this is strange! Bankers don't like strange things, and he said to the grapefruit "Leave! the bank is no place for graifruites!" and the grapefruit left.     Out on the street, hte grapefruit began to cry. "No one understands the hard life of a grapefruit," he said to himself. He was passing by a garbage can when he got an idea: if he could disguise himself, he could enter the bank without any problems! At that moment, he saw in the garbage a pair of pants. He took out the pair of pants and put them on, then her returned to the bank. When he got there, the same banker spotted him. He thought: Another grapefruit in the bank! But this grapefruit is wearing pants. He seems like a resonsible grapefruit, a good citizen. And when the grapefruit opened his wallet the banker did not say "Go away1", he said "Hello sir. How may I help you today?"     The moral of this story; In a bank, it is necessairy to wear pants.