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Luciano subía ya, por la doble cuerda
de una persoga 323 que había logra do
trabar en un gancho.
—Ai state; no te vayás, O; guá encender
un jójoro y te guá decir qué veyo.
Sin soltar el balde, entreabierta la boca
y arrugada la frente por el cla ror del
manecer, Moncho lo miraba trepar sin
gran esfuerzo y sonreiba al carcular la
travesura.
Llegó Luciano al juraco; en una mecida
alcanzó el borde, donde aga rró con su
pie de barro valiente; y en un momento
estaba acondicionado, ispiando pabajo,
curioso y cabeceante como un oso
colmenero.
—¿Qué mira, cheró?
Luciano se dignó sacar la cabeza y mirar
al corral.
—No veyo tantito, hombré, por la
escurana; pero se oye un cuchareyo
como rascádue cusuco.
—Veya no lo joda una culebra, por
baboso...
Luciano Pereira encendió un jójoro, y
miró tieso. Luego que se hubo apagado
la llama, se volvió hacia Moncho y le
dijo, feliz:
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Luciano was climbing up with the
double rope that he managed to fasten
on a branch that looked like a hook.
“Stay put. Don’t go nowhere. I’ma
gonna light a match and I’ma tell ya
what I see.”
Without putting down the bucket,
Moncho looked at Luciano effortlessly
climb. With his mouth agape and
forehead wrinkled because of the
brightness of the morning, he smiled
calculating their mischief.
Luciano finally discovered the bottom
of the hole. Swinging he grabbed the
edge with his foot of brave clay. In a few
seconds he was positioned, curiously
peering down and nodding like a
honey bear. 324
“What you see, pal?”
Luciano stuck his head out and looked
toward the pasture.
“I don’t see nothing, man. It’s dark. All
I can hear is a sound like a scrapping
spoon, like the scratch of an armadillo.”
“Watch out for snakes! Don’t be
stupid!”
Luciano Pereira lit a match and stared.
Once the flame died he came back to
talk to Moncho. He said happily:
323. Not in RAE or other dictionaries. Cuerda larga, soga.
324. In Spanish “Oso Colmenero” is a kind of anteater called “Northern Tamandua.”