The Sad Tale of the Slot Brothers
The desert was hotter than a baked Mach Pizza. The desert coyotes howled like a church choir; ironically, it was Sunday. Not a very blessed one, however.
Three brothers roamed the wastleland, with a fresh sandstorm blowing in their eyes. They were on the way to a sunstroke. One almost stepped on a desert lizard, who screeched at him and ran.
“Keep it up, Pincho and Pancho,” said their brother, Tomas Jefferson. “Sooner or later, we’ll reach Eagleland, and we’ll make it to the big city!”
It had been their lifelong dream to become wealthy and prosperous. But it was not possible in their home country.
Things were going bad in their country. The government was going insane. Tomas remembered it all clearly. He was only four when it happened.
It was dinner time, and Tomas and his brothers were eating dinner with their mother. Their father had died shortly after their birth from heat exhaustion outdoors while farming.
The government men busted down the scrappy door with a quick blow, and approached the mother. “Carmelita del Pajarito!” they shouted. “You have made a loan from the government. It has been ten years, and you have not paid!”
They slapped handcuffs on her and took her away. “¡Mamá!” shouted Pancho, and had grabbed the one of the government worker’s pants. He was knocked away with a punch. She was thrown in a ratty truck and was taken away. She was never seen again.
Tomas was determined she was still alive. And he and his brothers would produce the money to pay for the loan.
They reached a highway. It seemed clear of vehicles. Pincho crossed the road, and Pancho followed. When Tomas began to cross the road, Pincho shouted, “Look out, hermano!”
A large truck flew down the highway, and Tomas barely made it to the other side. Suddenly, waves of vehicles flew down the highway. Suddenly, a car swerved and hit a funny-looking rock, and busted down in the middle of the road. In a matter of seconds, the large highway was shut down completely. Tomas went to investigate the funny rock. It was a roulette machine.
“Oh, fuzzy pickles!” said the man who emerged from the crash. He had a strange black hat and round glasses. “I busted down the only form of entertainment here!”
Tomas felt this was his responsibility. He pulled out the cardboard signs he was planning to make hitchhiking signs with, and folded them into cubes. He wrote symbols on them, and put one on himself and each of his siblings.
“We’ll be your casino!”
The funny man ended up paying $227 at the machine. When he finally won, he said, “What’s my prize?”
He ended up walking away with a cold enchilada.
“Well, I don’t feel like waiting on this car to get fixed,” and he flew up into the air, and vanished.
A large line of people had lined up, ready to bet the Slot Brothers while they waiting for the highway jam to clear out.
Tomas laughed. “It’s the Eaglelandian dream!”
TWO YEARS LATER
There were still highway jams every once and a while, but the Slot Brothers were not happy. “But what about the dreams of the big city?” said Pancho. “And what about mamá?”
Suddenly, a large mechanical device materialized in front of them. A fat boy stepped out.
“Spankety, spankety, spankety! I hear you dream of the big city! Ahahahaha! Why don’t you come with me? I’ll take you there!”
“Yes, gracias!” exclaimed the trio and hopped into the odd machine.
The fat boy’s name was Porky, and he took them to a wonderland called New Pork City, where they became richer than ever before. Tomas, however, began to evaluate his brothers’ and his own life.
“Oh, no! We got so caught up in our lust for money, that we forgot about mama!”
They went to King Porky and begged to be taken back. “Please, Master Porky! Let us go home to save our mother!”
“You decided to come here, so now you can stay! Ahahahahaha!”
And so ends the sad tale of the Slot Brothers.
The desert was hotter than a baked Mach Pizza. The desert coyotes howled like a church choir; ironically, it was Sunday. Not a very blessed one, however.
Three brothers roamed the wastleland, with a fresh sandstorm blowing in their eyes. They were on the way to a sunstroke. One almost stepped on a desert lizard, who screeched at him and ran.
“Keep it up, Pincho and Pancho,” said their brother, Tomas Jefferson. “Sooner or later, we’ll reach Eagleland, and we’ll make it to the big city!”
It had been their lifelong dream to become wealthy and prosperous. But it was not possible in their home country.
Things were going bad in their country. The government was going insane. Tomas remembered it all clearly. He was only four when it happened.
It was dinner time, and Tomas and his brothers were eating dinner with their mother. Their father had died shortly after their birth from heat exhaustion outdoors while farming.
The government men busted down the scrappy door with a quick blow, and approached the mother. “Carmelita del Pajarito!” they shouted. “You have made a loan from the government. It has been ten years, and you have not paid!”
They slapped handcuffs on her and took her away. “¡Mamá!” shouted Pancho, and had grabbed the one of the government worker’s pants. He was knocked away with a punch. She was thrown in a ratty truck and was taken away. She was never seen again.
Tomas was determined she was still alive. And he and his brothers would produce the money to pay for the loan.
They reached a highway. It seemed clear of vehicles. Pincho crossed the road, and Pancho followed. When Tomas began to cross the road, Pincho shouted, “Look out, hermano!”
A large truck flew down the highway, and Tomas barely made it to the other side. Suddenly, waves of vehicles flew down the highway. Suddenly, a car swerved and hit a funny-looking rock, and busted down in the middle of the road. In a matter of seconds, the large highway was shut down completely. Tomas went to investigate the funny rock. It was a roulette machine.
“Oh, fuzzy pickles!” said the man who emerged from the crash. He had a strange black hat and round glasses. “I busted down the only form of entertainment here!”
Tomas felt this was his responsibility. He pulled out the cardboard signs he was planning to make hitchhiking signs with, and folded them into cubes. He wrote symbols on them, and put one on himself and each of his siblings.
“We’ll be your casino!”
The funny man ended up paying $227 at the machine. When he finally won, he said, “What’s my prize?”
He ended up walking away with a cold enchilada.
“Well, I don’t feel like waiting on this car to get fixed,” and he flew up into the air, and vanished.
A large line of people had lined up, ready to bet the Slot Brothers while they waiting for the highway jam to clear out.
Tomas laughed. “It’s the Eaglelandian dream!”
TWO YEARS LATER
There were still highway jams every once and a while, but the Slot Brothers were not happy. “But what about the dreams of the big city?” said Pancho. “And what about mamá?”
Suddenly, a large mechanical device materialized in front of them. A fat boy stepped out.
“Spankety, spankety, spankety! I hear you dream of the big city! Ahahahaha! Why don’t you come with me? I’ll take you there!”
“Yes, gracias!” exclaimed the trio and hopped into the odd machine.
The fat boy’s name was Porky, and he took them to a wonderland called New Pork City, where they became richer than ever before. Tomas, however, began to evaluate his brothers’ and his own life.
“Oh, no! We got so caught up in our lust for money, that we forgot about mama!”
They went to King Porky and begged to be taken back. “Please, Master Porky! Let us go home to save our mother!”
“You decided to come here, so now you can stay! Ahahahahaha!”
And so ends the sad tale of the Slot Brothers.
