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Mike The Pea.

Junio de 1996. JC, hombre de sólida formación clásica, decide que es hora de aprender inglés, lengua bárbara pero útil, dice la gente. Se apunta a un curso en la Universidad. Llega la culminación del curso, y los estudiantes han de demostrar lo aprendido escribiendo una redacción. JC se ve en la disyuntiva de rellenar un par de folios con palabras absurdas o bien preparar el fundamental examen de Novela Española del S. XVIII, y pide ayuda a sus amigos D y Mic, quienes se lanzan a la tarea con entusiasmo (debiste haber sospechado, JC). Tras una noche de mucho café y grandes ideas, he aquí el resultado:

 

Mike the Pea

I'm a little pea, so my friends call me "the pea", Mike the Pea. I love blue skies and green trees in large fields. I hate birds and frozen food, and vegetarian people, of course. I want to live in a world without paellas and salads.

I am round, bright green and small, very small. I live with my four brothers in a very narrow house without bath. So I always have to go outside for a piss. My brothers are William, Billy, Bill and Zebulon, my black brother. I am the prettiest, the smartest and the greenest one of my family.

Mike and his family. From left to right: William, Billy, Bill, Zebulon, Mike, mum and daddy.

My life is simple. I like writing erotic tales and bucolic poetry, because I am sensitive and passionate (Zebulon is the opposite of me). I can't ride a bike, but I play table-tennis like a champion. Sometimes I play poker with my brothers, and Zebulon always wins. I think he is a cheater.

I have a nice job. I am a broker at the Chicago Stock Exchange. I am very good in my job, so my workmates call me "Demolition Pea". I love my workmates, specially Josephine the Potato: she is so beautiful... but she has problems with drinking. My boss, Günther the Cucumber, hates Josephine, but I always send Zebulon to kick his ass. Frankly, I love my job (and Zebulon too).

Last winter I was trapped under the snow for three months. Zebulon told us very strange tales: something about Louisiana, cotton, and Kukumber Klan. I will never stay at home in winter.

My three green brothers are a bit homosexual and Zebulon knows it. I am very " macho " , but I am not a homophobic pea like my brother Zeb. He probably will kill them someday. He is reading the "Art of Slaughtering", a book by Herodes the Onion.

My dreams are: to meet Laura Pausini, to be the first pea in the space, to be the greatest bullfighter in the farm and to meet my true father. Zebulon too.

Epílogo

La historia de Mike el Guisante fue todo un éxito. JC no solamente aprobó el inglés, sino además tuvo el honor de subir a la tarima y leerla a toda la clase. JC fue descubriendo las particularidades de Mike a la vez que sus compañeros...

Publicación: 10-02-2002

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