The White Horse Page #6

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~ Come on, get out of here!

Well, so now let's talk about the plans I made for you. You'll be a lawyer or a doctor...

~ No way, Grandma.

~ Why on Earth not?

Lawyers have to cause one to lose for another to win.

Doctors, if they're any good, cure things in a trice, and then don't earn any more money.

And why should I have come all the way to the Americas for that?

Then what will you do?

Who knows... but for the moment I'll get into mining, to remove gold from your mines.

What mines?

But... don't you have any mines?

Well, your grandfather had one that earned us what little we have left,...

but it soon became more blind than justice.

What a screw-up! Hey, Grandma?

You'll need to work and study to become a useful man.

Hey, Grandma, is it that I'm doing so badly as a child?

No, son, I guess not.

Since everyone's put so much effort into turning me into a man...

And you'll have to be one someday, Joselito, like it or not!

Starting tomorrow, you're going to school.

You'll like it, you'll make friends.

Ah! He's bought something that you'll like a lot.

Man, you gave this to me upside down, what a nimrod.

Here, go on, get out of here.

Look, check this out, this is... This is great, son!

Look! A sailor suit.

Where did you park your boat?

Check out the fresh water sailor!

There was once a small boat, and there was once a small boat...

And there was once a small, so small, so small boat that it couldn't sail.

~ All right, stop with your f***ing boat!

~ Stop!

Columbus wants to address us.

If you keep teasing me, I'll give you a right pasting.

With what, chorizo and guacamole?

Well, all right, which of you wants to fight me?

~ Me!

~ Me!

You and Andrs.

The battle will be shoving with the usual rules:...

no scratching, pinching, or kicking.

First to quit loses.

No complaints if there's blood or bruises.

No help from the gallery.

The loser gets the silent treatment all week. Outside!

Now what?

What do you want, huh?

Ah, that's the way, Joselito!

The teacher's here!

Did you see that, Rebelde? No?

Come on, fool! Look!

How beautiful, right?

Mr. Jimnez and Mr. Muoz, please exit this room and don't return to class until you've become friends.

And she has blue eyes!

What blue, surely they're coffee-brown?

Really that's one father of a teacher!

A father? She would be a mother!

Don't be silly, "father" means she's very good.

Oh.

I'd like this school, if it weren't for you!

And forgive my insistence that you come to eat with us...

but I'm determined that you as my grandson's teacher know each other better...

so he isn't alone in the school before making friends.

Don't worry. I think that today he's made a great friend. Right, Joselito?

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