I have an idea for an ongoing story that I think may work. It is based on two brothers, Miguel and Jorge. I even have the first episode/chapter/part figured out. It goes like this...
Miguel and Jorge made their way to the paddock where the ranchers kept their cattle because it was a place far from trees and power poles and the last thing they wanted was to have their kites, which they had worked so hard making all day, to be caught mid flight. Their kites were simple. A diamond shape made by eight pieces of cane and newspaper for a sail. The string was some of the left over knitting wool their mother used to knit goods that would be sold to passer-bys. The wool was surprising light and strong which made it ideal for kite flying.
So there they were, two brothers, jogging along the dirt road made by the occasional passing vehicle. These were truly the two happiest boys in the world.
To their delight there were few cows in the field. this meant that they could safely jump into the paddock and fly their kites among the cattle scattered about. Up both kites went in the air. Flying higher and higher until it seemed that they were looking down on the birds up in the air. Miguel said to Jorge, "lets see who's kite can fly the highest"
"lets" said Jorge.
Higher and higher both kites went, both brothers cheered and laughed. What joy, what wonder, what amazement, what genius.
Then all of a sudden the wind dropped. Jorge pulled hard on his kite using every inch of strength to try to keep the kite from falling. Jorge ran back and forth in the field using every last bit of his energy. Up he ran, down he ran, he pulled tight on his string and swoosh!...up went the kite again. Miguel could only look with envy at Jorge's energy. His kite descended slowly like an autumn leaf falling off a tree gently to the ground. But his kite did not hit the ground. No, it hit a bull smack in the head.
The bull was not happy with this, he jerked his head and tore the kite with his horns. Then as the kite fell to the ground beneath the beasts hoofs it trampled it and finished it off.
Miguel was not happy. He was angry...No he was FURIOUS! All day Miguel had spent with his younger brother making his precious kite and he was not going to just stand and watch as this bull made mince out of his precious kite.
Jorge had brought his kite back to earth and was standing next to Miguel looking at the bull destroying Miguel's kite. Tears were running down Miguel's cheeks from the anger he felt. Jorge jumped in and said "lets teach this bull a lesson". Jorge picked up a dirt rock, you know the ones, they look like rocks made of reddish brown dirt that crack on impact. Jorge threw it at the bull.
"This is what you get for wrecking my brother's kite" he yelled
Miguel picked up a handful of rocks and began to throw them at the bull. Jorge continued too.
At first the bull did not even bat an eye but soon the rocks began to get annoying. The bull huffed and kicked its hoofs. This only made the brothers more excited and they threw the biggest rocks they could. This was not a good idea.
The bull, by now fed up at the tirade of dirt being thrown at him turned towards the brothers and charged...
"RUN!!!" they both yelled.
They sprinted towards the part of the fence they had climbed over to get into the field. Both boys used every little ounce of energy to try to beat the bull to it. Jorge, being the younger and more svelte of the two, threw himself to the ground and rolled under the barbed wire fence. Miguel was not as svelte and, if my memory serves me right, was a little on the round side. There was no way Miguel was going to make it under the fence. His only option was over...however Miguel was not very athletic either. So as Miguel used all the adrenaline in his body he could only muster enough momentum and energy to get caught on his belly.
All the bull could now see, as it charged towards the fence, was Miguel's bright red shorts staring it straight down the line. The bull smacked Miguel right in the middle of his rear and Miguel went flying over the fence, his shirt and belly torn by the fence.
Jorge could not contain his laughter. He laughed so hard he almost wet himself. Miguel found none of this funny. He picked himself up and started walking home. Jorge followed behind, still in hysterics.
THE END
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