Loulou le Pou 13

One fine day, Loulou the louse fell from the dear blond head that was playing in the garden. He made desperate flea jumps to find this soft and curly shelter, but too late, the child had already left. So he gathered his little things, the umbrella that protected him from foaming baths and stinging shampoos, and then he looked for a new, less restless home.