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		Even before that her brothers Brehael and Brinskhi left home, Brevillenne - who was then Breuillenne - was chosen to be exported to Scotland. Unfortunately, some transport problems and especially the U.K. laws for importation made this fail and Brevillenne stayed here. However, some bond remains between her and Scotland, and everything that makes me think to Scotland brings back her into my mind. So let me write a tale for a wee lassie ...
		Once upon a time, in the auld lang syne, there was a mansion somewhere in the Highlands. The mansion was so high that in the valley people were often saying that it was nearly in the sky. No one had never tried to climb and reach it. They just used to gaze at it, especially in the evening. For when duskiness were slowly chasing the day light away, the wee lassie was always appearing in front of the mansion. She was staying without moving, seeming to sit on a peak or to lie on a cloud ; sometimes, she was dancing gracefully as if she was hearing a heavenly music ; people thought that she was waiting someone coming from a star of the sky, but no one could ever see anyone else with her. What or who was waiting the wee lassie ? Who will ever know excepted her ? When the snow was making the mansion disappear, melted inside the grey sky, when the frost was sketching stalactites all around her hair, the wee lassie  was always there. It seemed that nothing on the whole universe could have kept her from being here every night. It seemed too that nothing on the whole universe could have disturbed her. But time ineluctably flies away, and wee lassies must turn into lasses before leaving definitively the childish world - and their owns. What happened to the wee lassie ? No one could ever know, because one day, as the wee lassie had to become a woman, the whole mansion suddenly disappeared  from the sky. One night, some people noticed that they couldn't see any more neither the wee lassie nor the mansion. Times had changed ... Nowadays, people in the valley don't remember by any manner of means that there was once a mansion with a wee lassie at the top of the Highlands. Nevertheless, one day at dusk someone was following a wild bird with his eyes, and suddenly he was filled with dismay : he perceived clearly a wee lassie dancing gracefully in front of an erstwhile mansion near the clouds. He thought that it was just a dummy, it was a mare's nest. But every night he tried again to look for them, and every night he succeed to see the wee lassie in front of the erstwhile mansion. She was still seeming to wait, to wait someone or to wait something, lonely in the sky, sitting peacefully or dancing gracefully, maybe she was singing too but only the wind would ever know. 17/05/07 Isabelle Coquinot