Arrr, young lass of France, just 11, met her doom by the schoolyard! Now the scallywags be investigatin’!
2025-02-10
Arrr, me hearties! The French scallywags be searchin’ high and low, for a wee lass of eleven, gone missing and now found cold as a kraken’s hug in the woods by her school! Aye, it’s a right murky business, fit for a pirate’s tale!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a tale most grievous from the fair shores of France! In the quaint commune of Épinay-sur-Orge, a wee lass of but eleven summers, named Louise, vanished from her path back from the André Maurois middle school, sparking a great hullabaloo amongst the good folk!With the sun still hangin’ high, the searchers unleashed their hounds, soared high in the skies with their flying contraptions, and scoured the thick woods, all in hopes of findin’ the lost treasure of a young soul. Alas, their quest met with sorrow, for they soon found the poor child’s lifeless form, laid to rest in the treacherous Bois des Templiers!
Aye, the autopsy revealed a foul deed was done with a sharp object, and the locals be in an uproar! Two knaves were briefly taken into custody—a lad of twenty-three and his young wench, only to be let go as the tide turned. Yet, the winds of fate shifted once more, and fresh arrests were made, with a scallywag of twenty-three and his own mother now under scrutiny for their misdeeds!
The Minister of Education herself offered condolences, but the hunt for justice be far from over. So, keep yer eyes peeled, ye salty sea dogs, for this tale be still writin’ itself in the annals of time!