Little bears / Ositos
If my imagination were a little more volatile, I would think that the river was made of lava and that the bears had saber fangs, but I think that in that situation reality was enough ...
After much thought I decided to let go of the liana, my last sentences before changing the plane of existence were simply:
-It was fun, thanks-
I let go of the liana and started to fall, but a huge hand grabbed my arm, saving my life.
I shook the dirt off my pants and my friends took off the deerskin they used to pretend they were bears. At that, my aunt's voice called us to lunch.
-Stop playing and wash your hands to have a snack-
Si mi imaginación fuera un poco mas volátil podría pensar que el río era de lava y que los osos tenían tenían colmillos de sable, pero creo que en esa situación la realidad bastaba…
Después de mucho pensarlo decidí soltarme de la liana, mis últimas oraciones antes de cambiar de plano de la existencia fueron simplemente:
-Fue divertido, gracias-
Solté la liana y empecé a caer, pero una enorme mano me tomó de un brazo salvándome la vida.
Sacudí la tierra de mi pantalón y mis amigos se quitaron la piel de venado que usaron para simular que eran osos. En eso la voz de mi tía nos llamó a la merienda.
-Ya dejen de jugar y lávense las manos para comer-
I've been enjoying the stories in this series. They remind somewhat of literature in the dada movement.
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