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How Obelix Fell into the Magic Potion When he was a Little Boy (French: Comment Obélix est tombé dans la marmite du druide quand il était petit, "How Obelix Fell into the Druid's Cooking Pot When He Was Small") is an Asterix story written by René Goscinny and originally published in the French magazine Pilote issue 291 (1965), with only a few drawings. It is the eighth Asterix story and provides a flashback to when the characters introduced in the preceding stories were small children. In 1989 it was fully illustrated by Albert Uderzo and published in an album as a text story with illustrations.
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How Obelix Fell into the Magic Potion When he was a Little Boy (French: Comment Obélix est tombé dans la marmite du druide quand il était petit, "How Obelix Fell into the Druid's Cooking Pot When He Was Small") is an Asterix story written by René Goscinny and originally published in the French magazine Pilote issue 291 (1965), with only a few drawings. It is the eighth Asterix story and provides a flashback to when the characters introduced in the preceding stories were small children. In 1989 it was fully illustrated by Albert Uderzo and published in an album as a text story with illustrations.
How Obelix Fell into the Magic Potion When he was a Little Boy (French: Comment Obélix est tombé dans la marmite du druide quand il était petit, "How Obelix Fell into the Druid's Cooking Pot When He Was Small") is an Asterix story written by René Goscinny and originally published in the French magazine Pilote issue 291 (1965), with only a few drawings. It is the eighth Asterix story and provides a flashback to when the characters introduced in the preceding stories were small children. In 1989 it was fully illustrated by Albert Uderzo and published in an album as a text story with illustrations.
GOSCINNY AND UDERZO
CG
HOW OBELIX
FU
SBgrour up to be a big strong warrior
just like your dad!”was born in that little village in
Armorica I've told you about so
often, It was there I took my first
steps, and there that I grew
Not that T grew up much, I'm
afraid. I've always been rather short
just like my father and mother:
My mother was very pretty, but so small
that my futher used to say, laughin
Jot, she was my mini-mum: My mo
pretended to be cross and anid if
areful. he'd only get a minimum
dinner, but she would ond up laughing
too, and then she always cooked us her
specialty. There wasnt anhing mini
about that, I can tell you, It was roast
boar,
We were very happy, and so were all our
neighbours.