Lo digo ahora y lo diré por siempre: escribir en inglés da mucha (perdonen la expresión) paja, pero aun así sirve para práctica. Perdonen el retraso. Tuve ciertos problemas respecto a la organización del tiempo la semana pasada.
The sunrise, brilliant like a diamond, covers all the houses of the terrain. The dogs woke up earlier this morning. It was hunting day and all of them must be prepared. They ran a little bit, jumped sometimes, and ate most of the time. Everyone were nervous, even the oldest one, because that day they have to chase "the red ray", "the fast demon", "the stupid bastard how think that he is the most beautiful animal in Mexico". The serious faces were everywhere, except, obviously, on Rain. He looked like if he had drugged that morning. Maybe it was because of the intense perfume of Débora. Jack came close to him, and said, laughing:
-Oh gosh, you look terrible. Did you have a bad night?
But Rain didn't respond. He was looking to the horizon thinking on… well nothing, just looking.
-I think you did… Pooshie.
-What? Why you called me Pooshie?.- Said Rain, recovering from his dream.
-Because the name that gave you Débora is now your real name… Pooshie.- Declared Jack, laughing.
-And how did you know that?- Asked Poosh... I mean Rain.
-Yo se lo dije.- Said a female voice back him
Rain turns over and saw Hera coming closer, with elegant steps, shaking his tail one side to another.
-¿En verdad creías que solo estaba ahí para vigilar el lugar?.- Said Hera, standing right next to Jack.- Vaya que eres bien despistado. También soy la informante de este grupo de idiotas.
-Oh Hera, tú y tu respeto a los perros es legendario.- Said Jack, leaning on her.
-Oh pobrecillo, pero igual me necesitan porque son unos cerdos peludos.- She said, hugging Jack.
Rain looked with wondering eyes this weird couple, obviously because she was much older than him.
-A propósito, papá quiere verte.- Said Jack
-¿Qué necesita ese viejo testarudo?.- Asked Hera, crossing his arms.
-Creo que quiere confirmar el objetivo y asegurarse de que tendremos que ir todos.
-Viejo inseguro.- Said the cat, making a breath.- Bueno cariños, los dejo, tengo trabajo que hacer.
She went to Jack and kissed him on the forehead. Then she wanted to do the same with Rain, but he refused: the hungry started again. Hera turns back and goes to a big house, maybe the reunions room.
Rain stayed there with Jack few seconds and then he asked:
-What are the families? I have heard about them multiples times but no one has ever told me what they are.
-The families are… well… they are… !Al Diablo, lo digo en español¡ Las familias son grupos de perros que conforman una sociedad cazadora. Ellos se encargan de mantener el bosque de los lamentos en constante funcionamiento. En conjunto, son cuatro familias: El Cáliz, los perros españoles; El Cuerno, los perros de Guatemala, Los Lobos, nosotros y otro que fue excluido comercialmente que fueron Los Osos, perros ingleses. Entre ellos se realiza comercio y acuerdos para el bienestar de la comunidad general. Individualmente, pueden crear puestos de venta de carnes o ciertos tipos de alcoholes, y otros que son mejores no mencionar. En general, todos realizan cacerías específicas, aunque también ciertos torneos. Como las demás familias tienen un afán por ganar, normalmente tratan de sabotear a las otras, es por eso que se desarrolla un tipo de nación unida previo a una guerra civil.
-Ah, okay… But… ¿What does that mean?
-I have no idea but sounds cool.-
Suddenly, all the dogs started to run one side to another, pushing the two friends with them. Then, everyone were in a group, with a specifically type of alienation, except for the youngest ones. This was their first time, and they had to be pretty. Most of the mothers were cleaning the fur of her sons and giving some advice, including Jack's mom. Rain was laughing of how Jack's mother cleans the face of her son with her own saliva, when Betsy appeared behind him and started to clean him too. It was embarrassing.
-Cuida tus patitas y no te ensucies mucho.- Said the white psychopath.
After of being soggy of saliva, Rain went to the first group of the dogs, followed by Jack. The fence was next to them, so they can have a view of the forest behind it.
-That must be the bosque de los lamentos.- Thought Rain.
Then, he heard a sound back: it was the owner. He was a tall man with white hair and exhausted eyes. He was taking with him two guns, a rifle and a pistol, also a rope, and some knifes. He opened the door and all the dogs started to follow him, including the little ones. The forest was big, with sturdy trees and many shrubberies. There were none flower or anything that it could be interpreted as a girl zone. The gang walked through this place, without finding anything. Soon, all wanted to come back home. The only one who was not bored was Rain, actually, he was fascinated. Everything was new and refreshing. The deep light between the branches, the wind blowing in the trees, the wet soil. It was perfect. He was walking right next to the pattern, with Jack among his left side and other dogs. Then, he looked the pistol of the pattern. There was a weird name on the pocket were the gun was.
-Señor, ¿me puede decir que dice allí?- Asked with difficulties, to a dog behind him.
-No sé qué dice.- Answered the dog.
-¿Cómo que no sabe?-
-Que no sé, el único que sabe leer es ese maniático hijo de Shef, Jack.
Rain turn round just to see a small point running out of the forest.
-Coward.- Thought Rain.
But then, something made a little sound, and all dogs started to bark and run to the place where the sound came. The pattern followed the dogs until they saw the objective: a red fox, fast as the wind, jumping one side to another. Three shots were heard, and no one hit the animal. The fox ran to the trees and the gang started to chase him. In that while, Rain was looking the weapon on the pattern's pocket. It was a little bit big, but enough to pick him up. He saw carefully how the man used the big one, and then it memorized. The man was a bad shooter, he always fail, and seems not to hear the mockery of the fox.
-Me impresionan tus habilidades para disparar, seguro que eres igual de bueno en cocinar.- Yelled the fox, evading the shots, and running.
This still like this for 3 minutes until Rain got bored. He jumped to the man and grabs the pistol. All the dogs looked at him, some amazed and other ones angry. Rain targeted with precision and then he shoot, flying back due to the gun.
-Adiós idi…-Where the last words of the fox, before the bullet entered to his head and then out for the back, leaving a little pool of blood, parts of the brain on the floor, and some bloodstains in the trees and glass.
-¡Perro estúpido!.- Yelled the man, kicking Rain, and make him fly away a few meters. Then he picked the gun and went to the dead fox. The shoot was precisely. It drilled the head in the middle of the eyes, crossing it in a perfect line. He could see the other side through the hole. But it was impossible to a dog make that. It challenges all logic possible to do that.
At the same time, the dogs helped Rain to standing up.
-No debiste hacer eso.- Said the one who was behind him.
-Pero él no le daba nunca.- Excused Rain
-No importa, no debes nunca tocar al amo. Es bastante enojón y que alguien le arrebate sus cosas lo colma.
Rain cleaned a little bit his fur, and then, without listening the warnings of his partners, went to the man and leaning on his leg.
-¡Idiota, no hagas eso!- Said Shef, worried.- Te va a golpear otra vez.
But the man didn't do that. Actually, he picked up Rain and the fox, and said:
-Así que al fin y al cabo eres un lobo. Lo digo por los colores y donde te encontré. A mi hija le fascina tu especie pero a mí no. Espero que ese disparo haya sido a conciencia porque o sino, la pena será dura.
Then, with Rain on his shoulder, the man with the dogs came back to the terrain. The human put down Rain and went to the main house. All the dogs, started to look Rain, whispering and looking with bad eyes. Shef, the boss, get close to Rain and asked:
-Dime algo, ¿eres un perro o eres otra cosa?
Rain doubts the answer a little. If he said that he was a dog, maybe it would have a hard hit on the face, but if he said that he was actually a wolf, no one will believe him and the hit will came also. The answered was clear now, and it was better be sincere.
-Soy un lobo.- Said, closing his eyes and waiting the punch.
But the punch didn't come. Instead, Shef hugged him and pick him in the air.
-Ahora le has dado razón a esta familia.- Said the dog, with a big smile.- ¡Todos ustedes, denle un fuerte aplauso al nuevo integrante, Rain, el lobo original!
All the dogs started to applaud, even those who a minutes ago where looking with bad eyes. But it was no weird this change of attitude, considering that the name of the family was "Los lobos" and that Débora, they goodness, loved this animals. So, now Rain became part important to the group, as an angel. Everyone venerate him. Then, Shef put Rain down and said to him:
-Escucha, de aquí en adelante eres nuestro ángel caído, y necesitamos tu ayuda. Si disparas bien durante las pruebas, obtendremos el beneficio de armas de fuego. Con esas armas, podremos restregárselas en la cara a esos engreídos de Los Osos. ¿De acuerdo? Así que entrena harto.
Rain affirmed with the head. Shef took his hand, shacked it, did a signal and he left, minutes later everyone did the same. Rain didn't know why they were going, at first he thought it was because they had to do another thing but the answered was clear a few hours later. At the middle of the day, the owner appeared with a small dartboard and revolver. He putted the dartboard 10 meters from Rain and then gave the gun to the little wolf. It wasn't heavy, because it was made of plastic, a toy gun. Rain looked the weapon with nervousness. The target was far away from what he had trained a few moments ago. Also, all the dogs (including Jack and also Hera) were looking at him and giving him some advice. Then the terrible word, the decisive word came:
-Dispara.- Said the man
Rain pointed the gun. His heartbeats were now clearly heard. His muscles were frozen and his view right to the red point of the center. He made a breath and pulled the trigger. The small ball cross the air cutting it, in straight line, to finish in the center of the dartboard. The dogs started to applaud and bark: the little bastard did it. The man picked the gun of Rain and walked away, to the main house. Before he entered the house, he takeout the toy gun from his pocket and throw it to Rain.
-Te la quedas. A mi hija no le gustan las armas y es muy grande para estar jugando con esas cosas ahora. Te servirá para practicar. Además tengo que salir a pedir las reales y no puedo ir con un juguete para todos lados.- Said the owner.
Once the man closed the door, all the dogs ran to Rain and throw him to the air, laughing and smiling.
-¡Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain!- Screamed the dogs.
Few minutes later, Rain came back to the ground, walking one side to another, dizzy. Jack and Hera went to him, the last one with her arms open to hug him.
-Bien hecho mi niño.- Said the cat, kissing Rain's cheek.
Jack, put his paw on Rain's shoulder, and then hugged him.
-Estás lleno de sorpresas, ¿no es cierto?
Rain affirmed with the head and looked the gun in his paw. He picked it and pulled back the slide and pointed to the dartboard. Then, he shot.