# Littérature de jeunesse en anglais : Beatrix Potter, Panache Petitgris

| Chap. 1 : | Un mari prudent |
| Chap. 2 : | La cueillette des noisettes |
| Chap. 3 : | Bagarre chez les écureuils |
| Chap. 4 : | Panache victime d'une méprise |
| Chap. 5 : | Au fond du trou |
| Chap. 6 : | À la recherche des époux disparus |
| Chap. 7 : | Le sauvetage de Panache |
| Chap. 8 : | Le retour du tamia |
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L'histoire de Panache Petitgris (The Tale of Timmy Tiptoes) est un conte peu connu en France de Beatrix Potter (1866-1943), qui met en scène des écureuils gris et des tamias américains très populaires outre-Atlantique, mais qui venaient juste d’être introduits en Angleterre. Le jeu de mots qui a donné naissance au nom de famille anglais de Timmy est perdu par la traduction en français : il marche sur la pointe des pieds.
Son album se caractérise par l'anthropomorphisme de ses personnages et le réalisme de certaines scènes en forêt. Les scènes de ménage sont inhabituelles, ainsi que les retrouvailles des époux séparés, de force ou volontairement.
* Version en ligne du texte anglais sur Wikisource
* Texte d'origine avec illustrations sur Gutenberg.
* Traduction en cc-by-sa déposée sur abulédu-data
Huit épisodes à lire :
* Un mari prudent : 122 mots
* La cueillette des noisettes : 149 mots
* Bagarre chez les écureuils : 171 mots
* Panache victime d'une méprise : 232 mots
* Au fond du trou : 256 mots
* À la recherche des époux disparus : 259 mots
* Le sauvetage de Panache : 113 mots
* Le retour du tamia : 103 mots
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## Lire le texte d'origine en anglais

The Tale of Timmy Tiptoes
[For Many Unknown Little Friends, Including Monica]
Once upon a time there was a little fat comfortable grey squirrel, called Timmy Tiptoes. He had a nest thatched with leaves in the top of a tall tree; and he had a little squirrel wife called Goody.
Timmy Tiptoes sat out, enjoying the breeze; he whisked his tail and chuckled--"Little wife Goody, the nuts are ripe; we must lay up a store for winter and spring." Goody Tiptoes was busy pushing moss under the thatch--"The nest is so snug, we shall be sound asleep all winter." "Then we shall wake up all the thinner, when there is nothing to eat in spring- time," replied prudent Timothy.
When Timmy and Goody Tiptoes came to the nut thicket, they found other squirrels were there already.
Timmy took off his jacket and hung it on a twig; they worked away quietly by themselves.
Every day they made several journeys and picked quantities of nuts. They carried them away in bags, and stored them in several hollow stumps near the tree where they had built their nest.
When these stumps were full, they began to empty the bags into a hole high up a tree, that had belonged to a woodpecker; the nuts rattled down--down--down inside.
"How shall you ever get them out again? It is like a money box!" said Goody.
"I shall be much thinner before springtime, my love," said Timmy Tiptoes, peeping into the hole.
They did collect quantities-- because they did not lose them! Squirrels who bury their nuts in the ground lose more than half, because they cannot remember the place.
The most forgetful squirrel in the wood was called Silvertail. He began to dig, and he could not remember. And then he dug again and found some nuts that did not belong to him; and there was a fight. And other squirrels began to dig,--the whole wood was in commotion!
Unfortunately, just at this time a flock of little birds flew by, from bush to bush, searching for green caterpillars and spiders. There were several sorts of little birds, twittering different songs.
The first one sang--"Who's bin digging-up MY nuts? Who's-been- digging-up MY nuts?"
And another sang--"Little bita bread and-NO-cheese! Little bit-a- bread an'-NO-cheese!"
The squirrels followed and listened. The first little bird flew into the bush where Timmy and Goody Tiptoes were quietly tying up their bags, and it sang--"Who's-bin digging-up MY nuts? Who's been digging-up MY-nuts?"
Timmy Tiptoes went on with his work without replying; indeed, the little bird did not expect an answer. It was only singing its natural song, and it meant nothing at all.
But when the other squirrels heard that song, they rushed upon Timmy Tiptoes and cuffed and scratched him, and upset his bag of nuts. The innocent little bird which had caused all the mischief, flew away in a fright!
Timmy rolled over and over, and then turned tail and fled towards his nest, followed by a crowd of squirrels shouting-- "Who's-been digging-up MY-nuts?"
They caught him and dragged him up the very same tree, where there was the little round hole, and they pushed him in. The hole was much too small for Timmy Tiptoes' figure. They squeezed him dreadfully, it was a wonder they did not break his ribs. "We will leave him here till he confesses," said Silvertail Squirrel and he shouted into the hole--"Who's- been-digging-up MY-nuts?"
Timmy Tiptoes made no reply; he had tumbled down inside the tree, upon half a peck of nuts belonging to himself. He lay quite stunned and still.
Goody Tiptoes picked up the nut bags and went home. She made a cup of tea for Timmy; but he didn't come and didn't come.
Goody Tiptoes passed a lonely and unhappy night. Next morning she ventured back to the nut bushes to look for him; but the other unkind squirrels drove her away.
She wandered all over the wood, calling--
"Timmy Tiptoes! Timmy Tip- toes! Oh, where is Timmy Tiptoes?"
In the meantime Timmy Tiptoes came to his senses. He found himself tucked up in a little moss bed, very much in the dark, feeling sore; it seemed to be under ground. Timmy coughed and groaned, because his ribs hurted him. There was a chirpy noise, and a small striped Chipmunk appeared with a night light, and hoped he felt better?
It was most kind to Timmy Tiptoes; it lent him its nightcap; and the house was full of provisions.
The Chipmunk explained that it had rained nuts through the top of the tree--"Besides, I found a few buried!" It laughed and chuckled when it heard Timmy's story. While Timmy was confined to bed, it 'ticed him to eat quantities --"But how shall I ever get out through that hole unless I thin myself? My wife will be anxious!" "Just another nut--or two nuts; let me crack them for you," said the Chipmunk. Timmy Tiptoes grew fatter and fatter!
Now Goody Tiptoes had set to work again by herself. She did not put any more nuts into the woodpecker's hole, because she had always doubted how they could be got out again. She hid them under a tree root; they rattled down, down, down. Once when Goody emptied an extra big bagful, there was a decided squeak; and next time Goody brought another bagful, a little striped Chipmunk scrambled out in a hurry.
"It is getting perfectly full-up downstairs; the sitting room is full, and they are rolling along the passage; and my husband, Chippy Hackee, has run away and left me. What is the explanation of these showers of nuts?"
"I am sure I beg your pardon; I did not know that anybody lived here," said Mrs. Goody Tiptoes; "but where is Chippy Hackee? My husband, Timmy Tiptoes, has run away too." "I know where Chippy is; a little bird told me," said Mrs. Chippy Hackee.
She led the way to the woodpecker's tree, and they listened at the hole.
Down below there was a noise of nutcrackers, and a fat squirrel voice and a thin squirrel voice were singing together--
"You could squeeze in, through that little round hole," said Goody Tiptoes. "Yes, I could," said the Chipmunk, "but my husband, Chippy Hackee, bites!"
Down below there was a noise of cracking nuts and nibbling; and then the fat squirrel voice and the thin squirrel voice sang--
Then Goody peeped in at the hole, and called down--"Timmy Tiptoes! Oh fie, Timmy Tiptoes!" And Timmy replied, "Is that you, Goody Tiptoes? Why, certainly!"
He came up and kissed Goody through the hole; but he was so fat that he could not get out.
Chippy Hackee was not too fat, but he did not want to come; he stayed down below and chuckled.
And so it went on for a fort- night; till a big wind blew off the top of the tree, and opened up the hole and let in the rain.
Then Timmy Tiptoes came out, and went home with an umbrella.
But Chippy Hackee continued to camp out for another week, although it was uncomfortable.
At last a large bear came walking through the wood. Perhaps he also was looking for nuts; he seemed to be sniffing around.
Chippy Hackee went home in a hurry!
And when Chippy Hackee got home, he found he had caught a cold in his head; and he was more uncomfortable still.
And now Timmy and Goody Tiptoes keep their nut store fastened up with a little padlock.
And whenever that little bird sees the Chipmunks, he sings--"Who's-been-digging- up MY-nuts? Who's been dig- ging-up MY-nuts?" But nobody ever answers!

## Version courte pour les lecteurs débutants

Une récolte qui tourne mal
Exercice N°1 : Des cachettes pour les provisions d'hiver
* Mr et Mme Petitgris habitent un grand nid en haut d'un arbre.
* Madame Petitgris referme sa porte à clef.
* C'est l'automne, il est temps de faire des provisions pour l'hiver.
* Monsieur et Madame Petitgris remplissent les souches de noisettes.
* Ils les cachent au fond des trous d'arbres.
* Ils les font glisser par le trou d'un pivert.
* Les autres écureuils font aussi leurs provisions de noisettes.
* Mais ils oublient où se trouvent leurs cachettes.
Exercice N°2 : Bataille rangée et conséquences
* Les écureuils sont jaloux de voir les sacs pleins de noisettes.
* Ils poursuivent Panache Petitgris à travers la forêt.
* Ils l'enferment dans le trou du picvert.
* Et le pauvre Panache dégringole au fond du trou sur ses provisions.
* Madame Petitgris le cherche partout et l'appelle, en vain.
* Elle se remet à ramasser des noisettes.
* Pendant ce temps son mari est recueilli au fond de l'arbre par un petit tamia,
* qui soigne sa blessure à la tête et le nourrit.
Exercice N°3 : Retrouvailles
* Madame Petitgris fait la connaissance de la femme du tamia.
* Elles cherchent leurs maris disparus.
* Elles entendent les voix de leurs maris par le trou du pivert.
* Mais Panache est trop gros et ne peut plus sortir.
* Heureusement, une tempête casse l'arbre en deux et libère le prisonnier.
* Mais le tamia refuse de rentrer malgré le mauvais temps...
* jusqu'au jour où un ours essaie de l'attaper.
* Résultat, il a attrapé un terrible rhume de cerveau.

## Objectifs

Les objectifs de ce livre sont :
* Observation du comportement des animaux de la forêt.
* Animaux d'Amérique du Nord : écureuil gris, tamia et ours.
* Humour de la "traduction" du chant des oiseaux.
* Réalisme et imaginaire.
* Relations conjugales.
* Thème de la rumeur en société : source, conséquences, morale finale.
* Interventions de l'auteur au milieu de la narration.
* Anthropomorphisme.
* Narration et dialogues.
ces objectifs.