去年春假帶他們去巴黎玩,巴黎鐵塔下好多兜售鐵塔鑰匙圈的黑人,賣得超便宜(五支一歐),不知道哪裏有得賺。貝貝想買幾隻帶回給朋友,我們便跟一個黑人買。才挑了各色的幾隻,正要給錢,突然間這人拔腿就跑,不止他,前後一群黑人都以百米賽跑的姿態狂奔,紛紛作鳥獸散,瞬間已不見蹤影,接著才看見胖警察氣喘籲籲騎著單車來追人。我們一家都看傻了。回過神來,貝貝和弟弟開始擔心,“他到底犯了什麽法啊?警察為什麽要抓他啊?警察會不會要抓我們?”這下可好,不但白賺了一堆小鐵塔,這出戲也絕對忘不了了。這不,貝貝帶回家剛寫的作文,寫的就是這一樁。
Number the Eiffels by Rebecca
The Sun's rays were glinting against my skin as we basked in the March air near the Eiffel Tower. I could smell fresh-made crepes and sizzling treats frying. The rich and creamy taste of my own delicious nutella and banana delicacy melted in my mouth.
Jingling my new Eiffel Tower key chains, I thought about what just happened.
Let me start from the beginning…
"How about that one?" I ask, pointing at an African-French man. My father jabs my finger to the floor, "It's rude to point." he huffs in my now cloudy ear. Oopsie!!
When he nods his head, his gray(mostly gray) and black hair blend together like two colors of noodles mixing into each other.
We scamper towards him, his name, Jahmi. "5 for 1 euro!" he's shouting. My dad tries to bargain, even though the price is already really great. He succeeds, making it 6 Eiffel Tower key chains for a euro. Impressive!!
I start to choose my assortment of colors. The first one is a beautiful bright, hot pink, the next, a tender grass green, then a blue the color of the sky, teal, green-blue, and last of all, a violet lilac.
Just as Jahmi takes a golden sunlight yellow off of his huge chain for me -- that's carrying all the other chains-- he jerks his head up. In surprise, my bewildered face glances up and follows his gaze.
In perfect unison, 3 police on bikes are headed straight towards us. I smell their merciless revenge. Jahmi, and all of the other African-French that are scattered around, start to sprint away. At least 1000 sounds of clanking and key chains swarm in the air like bees making music.
I stare at the 5 beautiful Eiffels - the golden sunlight beams off of them like lasers - and then back at Jahmi and his group. Feeling the smooth metal o the ridged edges and then looking back up. The chase continues rapidly so I keep my eyes glued.
"Well Becca, I guess you got five for FREE!" My dad says with a grin coming from ear to ear. It's then that I realize: Dad never payed for the key chains. Jahmi never gave me my 6th key chain either.
"They're not really supposed to do that", a sudden female voice behind us makes me whip my smooth black hair around. "Hi, I'm Kailey, this is John", she says motioning towards a man next to her, "and this is little Daniel." I suppose that he's her son.
"Because you have to pay taxes when you sell things, they get caught if they don't pay the money." Kailey explains.
After she and her family left, we begin to find a creamy white taxi.
A few minutes (or hours) later…
We are taking a nice stroll and see a police car ("Popo" as my dad calls them). There's an African-French in cuffs with them.
Moral: If you do what you're not supposed to, and you know not to, you'll pay for it sooner or later!
Dun, dun, duuuun.