CUENTO: "El lapicero y el corrector" (Ingles)

THE PENCIL AND THE SPELL

          A few years ago, in the room of a small, cheerful and fun girl but with limited resources, it had, as unique possessions and furniture, a bed, a small shelf and a brittle desk with its seat to study and do their homework.                                                The tabletop succumbed some papers and winged a sad pen along with its respective spell of white ink so mistreated as the other; that without removing the pride to work along with his precious mistress.

 -Good morning, Comrade. Today is Monday and the junior bridesmaid will take us to school to work next to it, I'm excited!

- But hey, hopefully and also is wrong in their operations so I can help fix.

 -Of course!, are indispensable.

 -Without us you would not approve.        

      In that, the girl got them to the backpack and arriving at the sack school, beginning to write essays, do operations and others, always ready; and so came Friday, the spell

 –You look bad, what happened?

-That damn girl, I've spent unceasingly, writes and writes nothing more, as if it there is a tomorrow, has been spent almost all of my ink.

 -Go is not so rejoice! Which is Friday and weekend morning.

-Shut up, that Friday is worse, the junior bridesmaid has lot of work and I just to me to make them.        

Inevitably, became the day, two weeks later, that was so much wear that little had to replace the moribund pen.

AUTHOR: Eduardo López Dávila