Today' s story and I' ll tell you today. Today' s
story is to see, isn' t it? This one? Don'
t you? This one? This one? Chanik' s goat mmmmm,
famous character in the Alanta valley. It was this dundo Chanito. He was
the son of the house of an oak tree. Well, he was an
18- year- old kid. He was half a stutterer and half a
world, or better said so, and the world because the fuck was a
beast. He was more alive than many I know and he was one of
those old men who lived looking after their trees. He was always taking care
of everything in the house and when something disappeared, he called that Chanito and
grandson little bulls. First, I' m not your grandpa and second I
told you not to talk like goats if I was your grandfather. Another thing
would be you. And second of all, tell me what the guava I
brought in today was done that I put on the tobacco. Don' t
tea, I won' t leave. He' s sure you don'
t know little chanus, they were little guavas, a little ripe tyrannite between
green and red. Yeah, yeah, those are the same or they'
re the same, because I didn' t ask for them, but here
the only one who could eat that guava was you, no, no,
Grandpa, I didn' t go. It was the goat. The goat
and the goat ate the guayabita and that' s why you were answering like
a kid. Yes, she' s sure, the goat. Well,
well, well, take good care, you' re a bastard and you
' re looking for money, you' re getting fed up in the face
of the scare that' s eating the piggyback is either there or my daughter
' s in this house, because there' s a leprechaun, a leprechaun
and why my daughter' s made and where the devil is going to own
it. It is good here, for if there is no goblin, there
is spirit, because here everything disappears. Look. Yesterday, about twenty oranges
were left at the firm. Oh, in the kitchen. I didn'
t show up today too I left like fifteen ketchen tortillas. In the morning
I went to the river Atreragua and when I came back I found not one
and, as a matter of fact, of shift that there is owner,
yes, Papa, do not scrub. The only guy I' ve seen
hanging around here is the drunk carilacho not that one no longer comes, that
not for long enough. Yesterday I saw him to lie on four feet and
he drinks all round left his face on the ramp. Right in the corner.
Oh, well, look at me I' m telling you about the
goblins. You don' t see how things go away. I remember that
it was the same at Pancho Toruño' s house, when there were frights
and goblins and you also know that there was spirit. The priest had to
come and water. Blessed aha and in fact you think there is owner here,
because yes, here everything disappears in a moment you don' t know
what they do to you. The oranges, the tortillas, the guava disappear.
Everything looks here my daughter pear Chanñito and güelito come here I want to
talk to vob came a moment, a moment all milestone, look, Chañito,
I came here. Yesterday I punished and stopped biting your lip that'
s already inflamed. Last night there was a lot left and in orange like
that in the pig. It wasn' t me, it wasn' t
me. There were also plenty of tortillas left in the morning. It wasn
' t me, it wasn' t me. M male, what a
mature chi respinga has why jí you didn' t go. You when no
one' s listening to you. Well, because it wasn' t me.
I wasn' t a kid. And if you didn' t go,
I' m going to eat the oranges and the tortillas. Who it
was, then, who it was. Was it the goat? Was it
the goat? Wey and the goat eats orange in their hairs, sucks them,
strips them and also eats tortillas. Yeah, yeah, you don'
t know her. But it was the goat. Was it the goat?
It' s okay, son, it' s okay. It was the
goat we' ve done, it was the goat. But take good care
of her that night she keeps eating things you heard yes, güelito, if
that goat keeps eating like that, suddenly it will eat you yourself, son,
take good care that it will eat you Take good care, mortal MM.
All that was lost in that house is from a shower. He attributes
it to the goat. The goat was to blame, and indeed, as
the goats eat everything, they eat all of them, for there was no
reason not to believe her chañitos, O fat bull, for here I hear
him well. I lost two cigars from the night table. Who grabbed them.
It wasn' t you who' s going bad, Grandpa, what
a barbarous. I didn' t go, but I saw the goat chewing
tobacco. I' ll take the goat. It was the goat and the
time went on and things kept disappearing in the house, that a banana and
a cajeta, that a little mason finally everything that the fuck topped up and
there a chest ticket on the table and I have already appeared. Chanito,
Chanito, say güey Lito, you didn' t happen to see a chest
ticket I left here on the fuse, a foot ticket, a chest ticket,
no, Granny, year, but it was the goat. I saw
her chewing something. It was the goat, Güelito, the goat. Well
he told me how much already playing bronota play and even believes that it is
true what Chanito says, that the goat eats everything that is wrong, not
put. I don' t think the goat eats this bill day hair and
smokes chill cadre. No. No. No, no, what' s
not? I' m gonna fix this. My daughter is looking for me
that raw leather cut that I have kept in the one with which I mamoned
all of you when you were little. He' s gonna hit the little
axe. I didn' t ask it' s silly my daughter, keep
your mouth shut and leave it to me. There' s something else.
That today night leaves on the dent of the dining room a sweet rapadura of
that yabrollo that my compadre Horteno gave me. Yeah, yeah, that'
s it. That' s all this trouble I' ll fix it myself.
Don' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you?
And that night the old man stayed awake and saw about ten o'
clock in the night, when the world rose to eat all the sweet lids.
He saw it well, he saw it with his own good eyes.
The world ate the toditito, the sweet and then blames the goat. Oh,
I' m gonna take it out. There' s gonna be this
face right now. Don' t you? Don' t you? Don
' t you? Don' t you? Don' t you? Don
' t you? Don' t you? The old man waited a while,
didn' t sleep. I hope it was more night. I hope
the world didn' t sleep anymore. I' m going to put a
chavan on me so I can' t even recognize myself here that I didn
' t do anything and the same thing that edu does to all my children.
He' s gonna see this shithead if he' s gonna keep making
fun of it or he' s gonna see it an hour later. The
old man got up with his big taona and without Naiden seeing him, went
straight to the bed of the world and grabbed him with a clean heel,
ahahahahaja. The old man didn' t talk, he was just pushing and
the dumbo was holding up the slashes screaming and crying but since it was a
locked room, Naiden realized everything was dark and the dundo was just looking at
a lump wrapped in a white sheet beating him. He gave him about thirty
pieces, yes, thirty pieces, until he was well beaten. And then
the lump came out the door, while the dund was complaining. The next
morning, the world copper had seen it rise. He had the sticks and
the purple loin, his arms, his feet, everything was well beaten,
He rose up sore and complaining he came to the old man to say buevitomito.
It was my son, who was so good. Last night I was
attacked if they hit a half- communal white pulse. I did? Me?
Me? I went? Me? Don' t you? I went?
Me? Don' t you? I went? Son and who was
good, who hit me already hit me. That' s the way I
can think. Let me think I already know who my son was. It
smells like it' s already been the cabrita home sje. Yeah, it
was my kid' s goat to tie her up well. Today, tie
her up well. She was the goat She was the goat. Holy Remedio,
Holy Remedio bug. Never again did the world eat again. Nothing was
written. The old man gave him a great choice, a great lesson.
We go, no, no, ah well, see you.