During the night from Saturday to Sunday we’ll lose one hour. Or rather, someone will steal us one hour : at two o’clock in the morning, it will be three o’clock. Something like that is a human’s idea, for sure.

It’s every year the same thing, and we hate it : the schedule of the meals is moved, our naps are upset, and Claire is in a foul mood during a week, because she badly bears this jet lag.

ZORRO : Pixie, what are you doing ?
PIXIE : I’m watching for the time thief.
ZORRO : Ha ha ! He doesn’t exist ! The time change takes place every spring !
PIXIE : But if there is no thief, where thus disappears this hour ?