Madame Martine lives in Paris and follows the same routine every day. She takes for granted the beautiful things that exist all around her. She refuses to go to the Eiffel Tower because it's "just for tourists." One day Madame Martine finds a stray dog and decides to take him home. When she tries keeping her dog on the same schedule, he breaks free, leading Madame Martine on a wild chase up the Eiffel Tower! Upon reaching the top, she discovers how much beauty she has been missing all these years. From then on, the two friends try something different every week.
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By Sarah S. Brannen
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Madame Martine lived alone in a little apartment in Paris. She took the same walk everyday. She shopped at the same stores. She wore the same coat. That was how she liked it.
Madame Martine lived near the Eiffel Tower, but she had never climbed it.
"Eh. It's a tourist thing," said Madame Martine.
Every morning Madame Martine went to Rue Cler and bought chicken on Monday, scallops on Tuesday, mushrooms on Wednesday, beef on Thursday, and fish on Friday. On Saturdays she fed the birds. On Sundays she stayed home.
One rainy Saturday, Madame Martine saw a bright pair of eyes twinkling in a bush. The eyes belonged to a very small, very wet, very dirty dog.
Madame Martine looked up the street and down the sidewalk. No one seemed to be missing a dog. She reached down and a small tongue licked her hand.
It needs me, thought Madame Martine.
The dog looked at her and wagged its tail.
A dog might be nice, thought Madame Martine.
Madame Martine made up her mind. She tucked the dog under her arm and carried it home.
She washed it and toweled it dry. She shared her dinner.
"I think I'll call you Max," said Madame Martine.
In the morning, Madame Martine bought a croissant for breakfast. She also bought a collar, a leash, dog food, and a bowl for Max.
Madame Martine took Max shopping with her.
Two tourists asked Madame Martine the way to the Eiffel Tower, and she pointed up the street.
"It's beautiful! "they said. "What's it like at the top?"
"I don't know," said Madame Martine.
The tourists were surprised.
"Such a waste of time," said Madame Martine.
"Climbing all that way up just to climb down again."
The tourists rushed away.
Max wagged his tail.
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