Who Plucked the Feathers Off the Moon? (Qui plume la lune ?)

At six years old, with my big sister who I called Stinko

we would play in the dark and fart in the tent.

Suzanne?

What sent Mommy to sleep?

It was cancer.

She didn't want us to be sad, but I don't think it's possible.

We have to look after him.

That's what she said.

Look at him.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy? Stop that!

I'm sorry for whatever it was that I said to you.

Lucien, stop it!

It's my house!

Too late, Granny, it's my land.

Come here, girls! Your dad has lost it!

That's Granny.

We won't talk about her.

One day, she told me: "My daughter is died because of you."

It's not gramatically correct to say "my wife is died".

You have to say…

I can't say it.

We say: "I don't fucking believe in God anymore!"

Write down all your worries.

Quickly.

Go on, get to work.

Are you okay there?

Don't pull too hard. It makes creases, you see?

-Hello. -Hello.

-What's this about? -She can't sew.

She doesn't want to.

Why did you give Suzanne an F?

She did a bad job.

A bad job? I stitched it myself.

It stays together when you pull it, doesn't it?

-That's the point, right? -Okay.

Why does she need to learn the flower stitch?

I never learned, and I'm still alive.

It didn't impede my happiness, did it?

Are you done?

Thank you.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

That evening he would darn his socks

while singing "Colchicum in the meadows".

Have a safe journey.

Colchicum in the meadows Blooming, blooming

Colchicum in the meadows

Summer has reached its end.

By the time I was nine and had lost all my milk teeth

Suzanne was 12 and already had two gray hairs.

That was unusual for a girl of her age.

She hated herself because her boobs were starting to grow.

Actually, I made that bit up.

We'll tell you a bit about her.

That's Meemaw.

She's a character.

You can't rush nature, my dear.

It happens when it happens.

Hmm!

It won't be long for you.

I can tell.

Can you unfasten it?

Ah, that's better.

You've got a mark there, Stinko.

Stop it!

You know, if you start wearing a bra early

you don't get cancer.

Spud.

Stinko!

You're a stinko!

Shh!

It was the end of a journey

A cloudless sky

Behind every window

I see her smiling

But the journey is over

The sky has turned gray

And I feel my age

And I no longer dream

Daddy, I need to pee!

And I'm alone without her

And I grow weary

Without her

And I grow old without her

Hurry up!

Come on!

When I was 11 our dad got us a cat.

In exchange, we had to eat heart

twice per week.

He just ate bland old mush.

"You are what you eat"

he used to say.

He would still lose it sometimes, though.

Me first!

-What he like? -Show us, Daddy!

-No, you can't see him yet. -Give him to me!

-No, be patient… -Give him to me!

-Shh! You'll wake him up! -Give him to me!

-Calm down, he's sleeping. -Me first!

Look, he's sleeping.

The little kitten's sleeping!

Don't wake him up!

The little kitten!

Go look in the car.

-He's so cute! -Wow!

He's the cutest kitten ever.

Here, you take him.

That evening, he tried to drown himself in the pond in the woods.

But it wasn't deep enough.

We really have to keep an eye on him all the time.

It's our job.

We love him too much.

I love you so much.

When I was 12 or 13, my father told us not to do the laundry anymore.

He wanted us to study hard so we could do well in life.

"These are hard times", he would always say.

I finished early.

You're letting yourself go, Lucien.

Your hair's a mess.

It smells weird in here.

You've put on a deodorant or some sort of weird cologne.

A bit strong, don't you think?

Dad, I've got a problem.

I think I love you

Oh, I've got a problem

I'm just as scared as you

I've got a problem

I think I'm in love

Oh, I've got a problem

I'm just as scared as you

Hi Dad.

-Leave it, you don't have to do that. -Go study with your sister.

I want you girls to be better than everyone.

These are hard times, Marie. You have to better than everyone.

What does "strass"… What does "stress" mean, Dad?

Dad! I didn't get into high school!

They wrote "vocational college" instead!

This sucks!

I'm sure it was Mrs. Martin. That bitter old biddy.

"Life is beautiful".

It was written above our beds. He hung up the sign that night.

I'm the only one not going to high school!

In wintertime, my Dad would have liked

to read his Harlequin novels in peace.

Instead, he would read Tarzan, every Saturday morning.

GET A MOVE ON! WE ARE LET

LATE IS SPELLED L-A-T-E.

Dad, we're off. We're going to the library.

Yes, we're going to the library, Dad.

Bye.

My dad is a poet.

Every time we said "Coca-Cola in a glass

Caca-Cola up your ass", it would make him laugh.

The neighbor always said: "Number 42, a happy family gone cuckoo."

Don't follow us, Dad, it'll look lame.

I want to say hello.

Here.

-Dad, really? -What?

-Hey, how's it going? -Hey?

Okay, Dad, see you later.

I had exactly the same shirt.

-It's at least ten years old. -That's right.

I don't know, I bought it at Atlantic.

I had a ton of those.

-Funny, isn't it? -Yeah.

-Bye, sir. -Let's go.

-Bye, Dad! -Bye.

-Have fun, eh? -Bye.

Goodbye, Dad!

Don't be back late.

Goodbye!

We made a list:

remember to turn off the gas

hide the sleeping pills

throw out the knives

consider putting a railing on the balcony

drain all the ponds in the area.

When I got my college diploma, we celebrated.

Suzanne was jealous.

That was the first time we went on a proper vacation.

It was a huge achievement for me.

And I messed it all up.

Life would never

be the same again.

My donkey, my donkey Has a sore head

Madame made him A hat for his head

A hat for his head

And little purple shoe-shoe-shoes And little purple shoes

My donkey, my donkey Has sore ears

Madame made him Some lovely earrings

Some lovely earrings

A hat for his head

And little purple shoe-shoe-shoes And little purple shoes

My donkey, my donkey has a sore head

Madame made him A hat for his head

A hat for his head

My donkey, my donkey Has sore ears

Madame made him Some lovely earrings

Come on!