And then the noise stopped.With soft whines and a low growl my dear Deer hound had been speaking fluent French. I clearly heard him say "fromage,"(Cheese) and "oeuff," (Egg) perhaps he wanted a cheese omelette for his lunch. I looked around the velvet-covered room, had anyone else but me heard his perfect pronunciation of French? My brother was grifting an old lady in the corner, my mother was chatting nonchalantly to my grandmother and my father was playing chess with a young boy named Derrick. Everyone else was either eating, listening to music or talking. "Oh," I sighed heavily. "Just me then."