Viejos Enemigos_And the kids are all right_1.5
Viejos Enemigos
(to the tune of And the kids are all right)
by J. Sanchez
[The theme is that friendships and enemies are ageless].
The day started like any other, the sun rising on the horizon, the birds singing their songs and all the things that make ordinary life, so bloody boring and ordinary. Well, that was until Abuelo, Don Jeremias by name, went to drink his coffee and found a himself about to pour his drink onto a tarantula in his cup.
"Hijo de su..." he stopped himself from cussing even as the cup slipped from his shaking hands and shattered on the floor. The old man grabbed his heart. The little bastard was not playing nice. Didn't he know he could kill someone of his age with a stupid prank like that? He did curse when he noticed the tarantula moving from under a shard of white ceramic.
"Papa!" Esmeralda cried out, on hearing her father cursing.
"The fault is all your sons! That ingrate. Just look at what he did now!"
"Are you two ever going to quit this? Just yesterday he was telling me you were trying to trip him down the stairs with your cane. And I've already told you not to leave your banana peels by the side of your bed, you're going to fall down and hurt yourself, Papa."
"That was no accident. That little ..."
Esmeralda screamed. "Papa! Why didn't you tell me?" She ran for a broom and vacated the black hairy eight legged intruder from her pristine white tiled floor, through the aluminum screen door and out past the path into the street.
"I would have told you if you hadn't ..." the old man began to complain.
Manuelito, angel faced and in his school uniform nicely pressed by his sister the night before, at the cost of ...
Hmm ... at what cost a pressed shirt? LOL the things that stunt writing ... I swear. LOL