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Champa

A week later, offered as my dad, we moved house. A cozy little house, not far from the above, welcomed us. Was a block in front of the brewery, next to a school, these days it looked empty. The owners were a woman and a man who lived in another house next to ours, they offered to watch over us, "as if they were part of us." She always gave orders anytime and he willingly obeyed. She was white and thick, he thin and dark. "Nemesio?" Said she and Mr. appeared with something in hand sure it was what she wanted or needed. Never ceased to be amazed by the chemistry we had in each other. They seemed always happy, smiling all the time.

The new house was small, had two rooms, use it as a bedroom, then settled our beds that brought the man from the old home. My dad would take care of the rest with the help of "hut" which has since became part of the family. In the backyard was a small clay oven in the kitchen with him, shed built by Dad served as home to "hut", our horse. He had a long and messy mane, legs short and stout, a voluminous belly and a very broad back. Ate everything we gave him, but enjoyed the candy we put in the mouth. We showed his big teeth white, simulating a smile when she was pampered. A whole row of them very close to the floor the airing time, so we avoided that approach it not to be beaten. It was dark red, black legs equal to the tail and mane.

The horse allowed us you play with him. His delight was that the scratch rub his belly or wide back. What is not accepted, was that Oswald attempting to assemble, he always found a way around it.

riders experience we had, as one of the yards of neighbors, we find two donkeys meekly let us get on their backs. One of them even lingered in circles how to play with us. The other however when we went up and stood still for the world we managed to move from where I was, this donkey was the one who always played with Miguelito. My brother, riding his steed static, and I looked like Oswaldo arreábamos ours.

decided it was better to have a donkey to Champa. When Dad heard our view, river willingly, explained that many things in life you need to know to take them in stride, "anything is possible if you use good touch," he said while teaching us how to get the horse's back up .

From the novel "The Other Sister"