"Fine," it grumbled, but softly. "The beard can have second place. But I demand a baguette."
"WHAT?" it shrieked, in a voice like a startled goose wearing a beret. "That—that hedge on his chin? It has no élan ! No je ne sais quoi ! It’s just… hair !" lafranceapoil
Lafranceapoil puffed itself up, ready to accept its cheese. "Fine," it grumbled, but softly
Once upon a time, in a crooked little village nestled between a drowsy volcano and a sea that refused to make up its mind, there lived a creature known only as Lafranceapoil . " it grumbled