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Canutito hace un Thanksgiving Hunt a la medianoche

By Larry Torres
For The Taos News
Posted 11/20/18

Era la noche before Thanksgiving y Canutito no podía dormir. La idea que iba a comer all kinds of good things para el Día de Acción de Gracias, made his mouth water. Grama Cuca had …

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Era la noche before Thanksgiving y Canutito no podía dormir. La idea que iba a comer all kinds of good things para el Día de Acción de Gracias, made his mouth water. Grama Cuca had already put el ganso en el horno to roast very slowly and its aroma had woken up Canutito de su sueño. He could almost taste the turkey todo completo con mashed potatoes, greve y relleno stuffing.

He tossed and turned en su cama turning pa'llá y pa'cá. La estufa in the kitchen tenía a toda la casa bien caliente. Canutito threw off la cuilta in order to cool down donde estaba acostão. De repente he heard una strange noise. At first he thought que era una rana croaking allá fuera but it was already too cold for frogs. Then he thought que posiblemente el high chirp era ruido de la refrigeradora. Entonces he realized que it was coming from debajo de su cama.

"How did ese grillo get inside the house?" he asked himself. "I know que el chillido del cricket is supposed to be como una canción pero it sure is annoying me esta noche. I can't sleep con ese sonido." He sat up al lão de la cama wondering cómo iba a pescar a ese grillo under the bed and put it outside en el frío.

In the meantime, the cricket must have realized que he was annoying al Canutito porque comenzó a cantar entre más y más. Canutito grabbed a pillow y se puso la almohada over his ears pero he could still hear el chillido del cricket. He grabbed uno de sus zapatos and threw it at the noise y por un momento it stopped pero luego it started up again closer con su chirp, chirp, chirp.

Ay, Dios mío!" Canutito exclaimed. "Ese grillo sanamagón is going to keep me up toda la noche." He jumped down de la cama and he started to rummage entre las cajas under the bed trying to chase it away from among the boxes. It must have worked porque de repente he couldn't hear it debajo de la cama, pero el chirp was coming del pasillo. He crawled quietly into the hallway and he could almost see a ese pinche grillo by the laundry room. The cricket jumped away hacia la cocina.

Canutito was still crawling about a oscuras en puros chortes, trying to get the cricket. He even picked up un fly swatter nomás por si a caso he could smash that little bugger. Canutito spotted al grillo over by the stove. He must have been attracted to the aroma del ganso en el horno también. Canutito tried to swat him flat con el mata-moscas pero the cricket just chirped his way to the back door de la casa.

"Now I've got a ese cricket malvão!" Canutito whispered. He crawled a gatas hacia la puerta and he opened it up un poquito con su pata. And sure, enough, el grillo chirped its way outside. Canutito crawled after it, bien contento pero de repente un viento came up and that wind slammed the door shut detrás de él.

He stood up en el portal, shivering en paños menores in the night air. El cricket kept chirping away as if mocking him as he stood there in his nothin'-muffins on the porch. El grillo chirped louder hacia el muchachito. Canutito just sighed un gran suspiro and he said: "Happy Thanksgiving to you también, you grillo maldito. Too bad que you came and ruined el Día de Acción de Gracias for me," he said temblando de frío in the chilly night air…

  • Larry Torres Podcast_Nov 2018_Ep680_Canutito hace un Thanksgiving Hunt a la medianoche.mp3

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