Marcel St. Pierre

“BONJOUR!” said Pirouette Cabanàsucre. “What am I watching?” thought Bromdar, spending a sick-day channel surfing on the couch. Onscreen, some kids were brushing their teeth enthusiastically as Pirouette Cabanàsucre – a weird creature that was part duck, part gourd via Lady Gaga – repeatedly chanted: “Maintenant, brossez les dents!” One needs to buy research chemicals … Read more

“Look, this is a new day,” Karl reminded himself, out loud, in the mirror. “Fresh start. Everyone’s already forgotten yesterday.” In fact, no one had forgotten yesterday, when Karl – who really just wanted to be liked – had declared “Yodel or Yoghurt Day” at work. He’d gone office to office, asking co-workers to yodel, … Read more

“Look, this is a new day,” Karl reminded himself, out loud, in the mirror. “Fresh start. Everyone’s already forgotten yesterday.” In fact, no one had forgotten yesterday, when Karl – who really just wanted to be liked – had declared “Yodel or Yoghurt Day” at work. He’d gone office to office, asking co-workers to yodel, … Read more