The creature turned around quickly. The boss man was now sitting behind the glass door of a crane with a large bucket. On the bottom of the cranes oversized bucket, the words El Toro, “The Bull” was painted. Another man who was dressed in jean coveralls with big pockets, wearing a large straw hat, standing on the back of a 1966 yellow, paint peeling pickup truck, shouted to the boss man.
“Did you see that,” he said? The boss man on El Toro laughed. The truck driver kept pointing, “Look at that critter with the trash can lid on its head, standing near that pest, Piojo Rojo. Let’s get it.”
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
The Dump Chronicles Day Ten
“Stranger, what makes you think I’m a stranger?” said the creature.
The skinny red man ignored the creatures question. “See that guy over there, the one picking up that bag of cans? He thinks he’s the boss around here. He calls me Piojo Rojo, ‘the red cootie’.
Can you believe it? He thinks I don’t know what he’s saying a lotta times cause I don’t speak his language, but I can tell when he’s talking’ bout me- I ain’t stupid. He tried to get rid of me one time. Almost ran me over with his bucket machine but I got away cause I sprayed him with a sweet smell that I get whenever I want to. All I have to do is lift my leg and it works! Ha!”
He started to lift his leg when a loud crunching noise drowned out his words. “Hurry, you’d better move before his machine buries you.”
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