EL PINGUINO CHISTOSO:

 

EL PINGÜINO CHISTOSO: dedicado a mis compañeros de sala naranja 2024 y a mis maestras del jardín Estrellita.

Penguin era un pingüino que le gustaba ir de vacaciones a la playa.

El 29 de abril se festejaba el día del animal, y aunque muchos le traían regalos por su día, él no se sentía un pingüino, se sentía una persona.

Se acercaba el día del trabajador, el primero de mayo, Penguin iba a salir a pescar en sus vacaciones a la playa.

Tomó un avión y se fue a Miramar, en la costa argentina, el clima en la playa era muy windy, re windy, super windy, aunque los veranos eran muy sunny, y no de sanitos, sino de soleados.

Cuando llegó se encontró con Romeo, un joven que lo había cuidado cuando él era un chiquillo, un little penguin. Decidieron juntarse ir a pescar al mar, y por luck, re suerte, pescaron una trucha, una anchoa y una sardina, vieron un seahorse, pero no lo pescaron, porque era amigo. Luego decidieron jugar un partido de football.

Ganó Penguin, hizo four goals, sí 4 goles hizo.

Romeo, que era amigo de Shakespeare, se encontró con Juliet en el cine, los 3; Penguin, Romeo y Juliet compraron palomitas de maíz, y entradas para ver una película llamada elementos, les encantó.

Se les ocurrió ir al Museo de los trenes, vieron trenes antiguos de todos los colores, White, black, Brown, orange, blue, red, Green y pink.

Penguin venia de un clima icy, bien helado, nunca había estado en una ciudad rainy ni cloudy.

A Frere Jacques, Penguin le decía hermano, pero en realidad era un fraile, a veces lo veía somnoliento y le decía. “Dormez-vous, que sonnez les matines, ding dan, don! Y así Jacques se despabilaba.

Se juntaron todos a cenar la pesca del dia a orillas del mar, en un momento Penguin se alejó y se escondió, sus amigos empezaron a buscarlo, y no lo encontraron por ningún lado, pensaron que se había camuflado en una plaza cercana, o que se había ido a jugar de tanto trabajar.

De repente se apareció Penguin con las gaseosas y unos pretzels. Sus amigos se alegraron que estaba vivo y no le había pasado nada malo, solía hacerse el chistoso, y escaparse sin decir nada. Una vez que terminaron de cenar jugaron a la rayuela, hicieron números en la arena con un palito.

El que mejor saltaba era Romeo,” one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten” es el cielo y one era la tierra, juntaba la piedrita de cada número, nunca pisó una raya, ni nunca se cayó, y asi fue que ganó a la rayuela.

Julieta, fue la segunda en ganar, Frere Jacques el tercero y el último Penguin.

Penguin regresó a su tierra icy, en la Antártida, y allí contó a sus amigos plumíferos acerca de sus vacaciones, sobre la playa, la pesca, el cine, el museo, el football, todo le había gustado, y en el footbal y la pesca había ganado, excepto la rayuela, había perdido porque no le salía saltar en una pata en alpargatas en Mar del Plata, lo contó dando una risota al estilo guason.

¡Y colorín, colorado, este cuento se ha acabado!

I TRIED TO STEAL ERMELINDA'S MAKE UP.

Today i arrived at work, i greateed the people at the legalization line, that s what my boss Henry calls it, the line refers to the so called boxes or attention boxes.

Violet and Ermnelinda were on the attention line, they are punctual ones at work, someone would said that they are the most responsible, it could be if we were talking about punctuality, if it were efficiency, they are also that.

We all keep our work items in some drawer, in some unused desk, this is my case, others keep them locked in their boxes.

At one time I had the privilege of having a drawer with a key, until it got stuck, I called the locksmith, he fixed it for me, but the key was gone, the use of the key ended, my drawer became popularly used. During vacation time, I prefer to take my personal stamps home, or keep them in another place in the office, that is, channel them, because otherwise, you return to work, look for your work items and they are not there, or there are some , then the "nervous attack" arises, which is what used to happen to me, until I learned that everyone went to my drawer in search of pens, address sheets, ink, date stamps and some other necessities, because my drawer It was and continues to be the drawer of the state people.

The truth is that today when I arrived, I visualized 2 strange objects in it, strangely strange just because they were in my drawer, it was a bronze-colored compact powder, with a brush and a black mascara, they seemed to be from a well-known brand, the plastic packaging of these and the external colors were too striking, I took them, checked them and left them there again.

I don't use black mascara, because I have the habit of rubbing my eyes, as you can imagine, due to this habit I get all the black paint on my dark circles and I become haggard, so I only use colorless mascara.

Regarding powder makeup, I always have a hard time finding natural tones, let's say pale ones. Aside from the fact that the colors of all brands vary according to the time of year, this kills me, because sometimes I go to look for the typical natural color and there are all beige or bronze or whatever, except the one I'm looking for. .

So those objects were not my style, I assumed that someone in the audience had forgotten them. I also assumed that since I always put my makeup on in the bathroom, before leaving the office, someone thought they belonged to me. And if they had been my preference, I don't know if I would have used them.

These objects were in my drawer for a couple of hours, until Ermelinda asked me if she could check my drawer, I clearly answered yes, and what she found, what she had been looking for since the day before, her lost objects. I had to explain to him that someone had left them there; I guess he believed me, who knows.

He told me that they had looked for them among several women the day before, including Violet, but they had not been successful.

The excitement and breath returned to Ermelinda's face, realizing that it was no longer necessary to use the credit card to recover them, although she herself stated that otherwise, she had planned to wait a few days until she received her salary and thus buy them.

I don't know what colors she put on her face today or what other brands, since the favorites were the ones forgotten in the office. I also don't know if she came to work with a washed face today, I didn't really observe her, but she did have lipstick on, I noticed it when I greeted her at the entrance.

The truth is that she was gripped by despair, as if she had felt that she was losing her beauty because of these makeups. In addition, this happens to most women, be it a hoop, a chain, a piercing, a ring, or whatever.

It would be what we get used to using, I would call it aesthetic dependence and in the absence of it, feminine chaos arises.

At the end of Ermelinda's work hour, she greeted Genoveva and angrily asked her why they had not sent her a message telling her that her things were stored in a drawer.

It should be noted that Genoveva did not have the faintest idea, because she does not wear makeup, which is why she is pale, that those things belonged to Ermelinda. She also questioned Juliet about her bad behavior for not notifying anything.

For me the whole thing was too comical and a bit exaggerated.

The truth is that I told myself that the only thing missing was for me to be accused of being a makeup thief, which luckily did not happen, because Ermelinda has known me for years. However, I felt a little uncomfortable when they searched my drawer and found them there. Incidentally, when he saw that he had found them, he continued searching to see if he could find anything else, but there was nothing else, there were only papers.

This type of thing usually happens in our office, I will tell more another day...

 

Anecdote suggested by E.B.G.

 

 

LE REVE D´AMÉLIE:

Amélie a revé de passer une journee dans un cirque, elle amait les clowns, les animaux, la dance, et la musique.

Ce cirque a fait le tour du monde en 80 jours.

Était le plus amusant cirque, le plus risque, et les plus cher de tous les cirques, mais Amélie s en fichait.

Les spectateurs ont acheté leur billlet avec enthousiasme, Amélie a etait la premiere a atteindre la file d atteinte.

Le clown était le personnage prefere, le lion effrayait les adultes et les enfants avec ses rugissements.

Il y avait aussi une danseuse Brésilienne, etait Amélie, et un chanteur de rock anglais, il était parfois difficile de parler une seule langue, comment le clown était francais, ils avaient décidé de parler en francais.

Quand le spectacle a commencé, Gérard le clown, fait quelques blagues et se tenait en équilibre sur un corde raide, tous le monde a applaudi.

C était au tour du lion, le lion devait sauter 3 fois a travers des cerceaux de feu.

Le chanteur donnait des ordres au lion en anglais;

"I present to you the bravest animal in the jungle, let the perfomance begin."

"At one, at two and at three."

Le lion a saute le premier cerceau de feu, le deuxieme et le troisieme, puis a la cage.

Le chanteur, était aussi guitariste, il a joué 2 chanson rock et un jouant de la guitare il a sauté comme un grillon, tout le monde sautait comme des grillons en copiant Walter.

"Thanks you public, he said." And went to sit behind.

C était au tour d Amélie, elle ma du danser a la fin du spectacle, elle etait francaise, elle est née a Besancon, mais dans le reve elle etait Brésilienne.

Le clown jouait de la musiique Carioca, et Walter le chanteur, a commencé a chanter en anglais, croyant que personne ne l écoutait, mais son micro etait allumé, et tout le monde a ecouté a Walter.

Quel dommage, quel embarras.

Amelié avait commencé a danser mais elle a du s arreter a cause de l incident imprévu de Walter.

Elle a décidé de faire comme si rien n était, Amélie dit a voice haute; 

"At one, at two and at three." et elle prit Walter par la main et ils commencerent a danser.

Le clown leur a lancé des bulles de savon et des pétales de roses, Marguerites, et oeillets.

Amélie avait triomphé au cirque apres le role, l improvisation l avait sauveé, et son parte
naire le clown etait chargé de donner la touche finale.

Soudain le chien entré dans la chambre, monté au lit, y Amelíe s est reveillée croyant que elle était une danseuse Carioca.

"Colorin, colorado, cette histoire est finnie."