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	A few days ago, I updated the page "Recap of the Croatian Sheepdogs of the kennel" and I thought of adding those dogs who have been imported in France without being registered. But then I was told that I had forgotten a lot of dogs : those who were born in France without being registered (because they died before). So let me apologize by writing a tale, let me pay a tribute to Vila, Vrlika, Vodiana, Cendrillon, Cercigor, Cehalia and Douxanne - and free them from oblivion ...
				Granted ! This poor family was really under a spell ! One after one, the first children died. Who succeeded to break the jinx ? No one never knew, but at last the following children could raise normally, healthy and happy. Unfortunately, the curse came back again, and some following children died again. The parents, and particularly the mother, were really distressed. Their - alive - children couldn't understand why, so many years after these sad events, their parents still felt so upset. It seems that neither time nor anything else could ever dispel this vague sorrow. For in fact they didn't think anymore of these dead children, anyone could have believed that they really had forgotten all this hard past, and their forlorn expression seemed to come from nowhere. However, their daughter started a family ; death invited itself once again, and took away her first child ; by sheer fortune, she knew how to break the jinx, and all her following children could stay alive. But this cruel experience helped her to understand this never-ending affliction of her parents. And a queer idea crossed her mind. She met the wise man of the country,  a benevolent , albeit odd, old man. He knew quickly what was to be done. Every night, in the land of Nod, he searched the dead children, till he found them all ; then, during the following days, he painted a lifelike portrait of each of them. At every birthday of the deceased children, the daughter offered the corresponding portrait to her parents. One year later, all the dead children portraits were hanging somewhere in the house, and the sun was shining again in the eyes of the parents. They felt as if their lost children were still with them, all around them in their home, always inside of their memory. No day could end without a few looks to these portraits, and the parents often smiled in front of them, as if there were no more separation. Oblivion had been definitively vanquished ...
			13/09/10 Isabelle Coquinot