Audiobook - Comedic, Animated, High Energy, Latino, Child, Youthful
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) Spanish (General) Spanish (Latino) Spanish (Mexican)Transcript
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georgie, I didn't answer. Georgie bhatia Chiang kai went whistling over my head to clunk off the rooster shaped weather vane above the chimney? I still didn't answer. She could throw all the sandals she wanted. I wasn't coming down jorge Eduardo Lopez a studies There was a loud clang, clang clang as my grandma began banging her broom along the edge of the roof like she was trying to scare down a stray cat or something. I wasn't a cat that wasn't going to work either lying back. I tried to make myself comfy. Problem was my abuela roof stunk. It was one of those tar and shingle jobs with nails sticking out all over the place and that awful layer of grainy gritty sand that scraped and scratched and got stuck in the skin of your hands and knees. My roof back home was way better. The spanish tiles were all nice and smooth and felt almost like glass against your back. I could lie on on those all night if I really wanted to and I had a couple of times. George do not make me climb up there. Middle East, a big old rock came whizzing up out of the dark. No, not a rock. It was one of my grandma's empanadas splotch grandma seriously? I ducked as it thudded off the side of the chimney, leaving a golf ball sized greasy spot on the old bricks? Yeah, I'm al creado. Seriously, you want to stay up there fine, but you are going to eat and she lobbed another empanada. This one sailed high over the roof and bounced to a stop right between my sneakers. I sighed. I honestly couldn't believe my life right now. Here I was stuck in the middle of some giant dust bowl with my abuela chucking deep fried mexican pastries at me. I mean could it get any worse? Let me know if you want some refried beans with that Pass yelled from below. My grandma's full name was Anita de la paz Campos, Sophia Andrea de la rosa Lopez. Everyone mostly just called her pasto, which was sort of ironic because in spanish bass means peace and there really wasn't anything awfully peaceful about my sweet old granny. My abuela might have had all the dimensions of a hobbit, but she was as strong as an ox and probably as stubborn as one too. In fact, not even my mom like to argue with her and my mom was basically the world heavyweight champ of arguing, which told you pretty much everything you needed to know about senorita pass a split second later I heard this low whispery hiss and something arc over the edge of the roof, silvery white against the pitch dark sky. Then that something came crashing down behind me with a loud splash. Suddenly little rivers of freezing cold water were racing down the shingles, soaking my shorts, my socks, everything and I was just trying to scoot out of the way, splash grandma for real. I mean the lady had turned la manga on me. Yeah, the flipping garden hose. Hey, you asked me if it ever rained in this place? Well, watch it's raining now grandma, I told you already I climbed up on the roof all the time at my house. Now can you please leave me alone? Okay, I do this all the time. Me, I do this all the time. It starts local. Your 10 seconds are up, which means I'm coming up from down below came the squeal of the porch door opening and closing on rusty hinges. Hello? Yeah, boss. But Dios, that was my grandpa. His name is Patricio and if my abuela was fire, that dude was an arctic glacier. He's a big boy, said Patricio. He found his way up. He'll find his way back down its gravity. A big boy snapped my grandma. The only thing big on that one is his head. I watched their shadows stretch long and dark in the flickering porchlight as they argued back and forth and back and forth. Until finally my grandma handed my grandpa the hissing garden hose and then stomped off on her remaining chang