Million Dollar Baby
"What'cha got there, Julien?" Neal bent to take the shiny rock from Julien's mouth, which opened in a happy yelp. Upon closer examination, Neal's eyes widened. "Livvy!"
"Quoi, mon chou?" Olivier reached to take the rock, but Neal held it up to the light, and rainbows burst forward across the walls. There was a long pause, and Olivier murmured, "A diamond? Neal, where did you find this?"
"Jules brought it in," he explained. Julien yelped again. "Julien, take us to where you found this rock." Julien trotted outside, pawing at the ground near a large rock. There was a rustle in the nearby bushes, and Olivier startled.
"Qui est là?" he called, and then, "Who's there?" More rustling, a grunt, and then a funny-looking boyish person tumbled out of the bushes.
"Who are you?" Neal stepped protectively in front of Olivier, and added, "Why are you here?" The person glanced around, and scuttered forward, reaching for Neal's hand. It grunted, and pointed to its arm, where there was a small dip that would fit the diamond perfectly. Carefully, Neal settled the gem into the dip, and the stranger perked up.
Olivier reached forward and lifted the jewel-encrusted person. "Are you a boy or a girl?" It shrugged. "We'll call you a boy, how about? You look more like a boy."
"What's his name?" Neal poked. "What's your name, kid?" The boy shrugged again. Olivier sighed, and glanced at their surroundings.
"Rocher," he suggested. "Nous pouvons l'appeller Rocher?" Neal nodded, and inspected Rocher's thin body.
"Take him inside, hm? Rocher, would you like a bowl of soup?" Rocher, grinning like a madman, nodded enthusiastically.
