SUGAR AND THE MUD HOUSE
Gruuu Gruuu!
That's her way of showing that she's happy
Francisco likes to go every afternoon to the river, he stays for hours observing the movements of the animals. Decipher their languages, especially sugar,
it seems exrainous and interesting.
How amazing is sugar, Mom says Francisco, is different from the others, has
mustache like a cat, chicken legs, only instead of 2 it has 5, three front and two back, a big shell like a turtle or morrocoy, but
turned and violet. Its head is similar to that of a seal, in the immense deep plate of its back, the small fish are mounted.
I think they see him as their Savior, when he gets tired he raises his three front legs, he lowers them, then he comes out of the well and walks through the sand.
I've never seen it, will it be that only you can see it? I ask him, I do not know, Mom responds, because my two friends also see him, but they throw their hooks and he stretches his shell and inserts his head and turns into a ball. I think he knows they are weapons to catch him that's why he protects himself.
The other day Francisco went to the river with his mother and they could not see him, they waited a long time until he appeared, and he did not. his mother left and Francisco stayed, he knew that from one moment to the next he would appear, and he did.
Staba on top of a tree.
The boy understood that he did not want to be seen by another person, and as not under the tree, he went home.
That night there was a terrible storm, the wind blew and the rain lashed the branches.
Francisco could not sleep, he thought about sugar, he wanted to go rescue her, but it was dangerous, he cried a lot, the next day before going to school he went to the river. The big well was very dirty, all overflowing. Desperate, he looked around and could not find her. Very sad, she left for home, suddenly, at the edge of the road, she looked at her and said:
What joy you are alive!
Sugar led him to a tree and began digging its roots, extracted some hooks from there, Francisco very surprised he could not believe it, he took them in his hands. The animal looked at him, many tears came out of his eyes and he went towards the river.
The child came up with an idea, he remembered a wonderful story that his mother told him when he was younger he spoke, of a house and a leafy tree, so he accelerated the step to his home. There he took his clay, kneading it with a little water, forming small balls and introducing a hook in each of them.
I wait for them to mask, color them and hang them on a dry branch.
I take a piece of thick cardboard, I put there the house that once made with popsicles of ice cream, next placed the branch with the balls. Drawing his favorite animal on a purple card, he cut it out and placed it leaning on that small tree. He called his work Sugar and the mud house.