The story belongs to the write Julio Ramon Ribeyro,

Published in 1955 and is in the collection of

Such “THE WORD OF THE WORLD”

Julio Ramón Ribeyro Zúñiga (Santa Beatriz, Lima, August 31, 1929 - Lima, December 4,
1994) was a Peruvian writer, considered one of the best storytellers in Latin American
literature. He is a leading figure in the 50th generation of his country.
At six in the morning the city rises TIN…TIN….
on tiptoe and begins to give its first TIN....
Steps.
The trash

Every morning Efrain and Enrique

collected garbage from garbage
cans

UF F !

F
FFFF

We will never finish

Pascual the pig, every day he eats and
feeding Pascual
fattens more

JKGU
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OINK…
OINK… F¡

Enrique and Efrain could not

study or play.
 The life of Enrique and Efrain passed between
dumps, buzzards, dogs and people who did the same
thing as them...
Today... we have been
lucky... we are very
wasteful.

Long... long... ¿AUCH…!

Efrain down to
Sho... shooo the cliff

Their feet were sunk into a heap of feathers, of excrement,

of decomposed or burnt matter. Burying hands began the
exploration I found
something

They had to look very carefully because they could be cut or

hurt by what was under the rubbish dumps.
 The grandfather is happy when Pascual
had enough food to satisfy himself.
! Bravo! You
have to repeat
this two or three
times a week

OINK…OINK

It would be better if they are

not lazy... Pascual is very hungry.

Yes... Yes grandfather

On Wednesdays and Sundays, Efrain and Enrique trotted

to the dung heap
 Efrain felt a pain in the sole of his foot. A glass had caused
a small wound. His foot was swollen, he could not get up

SNIFF.... SNIFF,
I HURT MUCH.....

THOSE ARE PATRAÑAS Do not hit him, grandpa,

I'll work for both of you?

Grandfather SANTOS towards deals with a man

to sell to Pascual...
 And you will do your brother's
homework. ! Go now to the dunghill

I hope that Efrain gets well

Enrique went out to find food for Pascual, this time without his brother
 Enrique brought a gift for Efrain, followed him
from the mulandar.

I like to play with Pedro ...

Although the grandfather
does not want it

Efraín was happy with Pedro's company, GUAUUUU

relieved his pain and could wait for his
brother Enrique to return

The inevitable happened the second day Enrique did

not know how to get up. He had coughed all night
and the morning surprised him trembling, burned by
fever
The grandfather did not think Enrique was But it does not matter! I'll take
sick, although he heard him coughing. care of him. You are nothing but
garbage trash. Some poor
buzzards without feathers!

You too ? It is very wrong to

deceive me in this way

The grandfather decided to go out in search of food for Pascual,

but his wooden leg had lost the habit of the asphalt tracks. At
the celestial hour of the third day he collapsed on his mattress,
with no other spirit than insult.

OINK OINK
 The grandfather had thrown Pedro to eat
him Pascual, back Enrique enfrenraria to
grandfather

Where is Peter? Why did you do that?

Why?

Enrique felt that the grandfather would end up

killing them too

an end, Pascual growled in

nged

The grandfather with the broken wooden leg, had his back to the pango,
had his mouth open and his eyes were looking for Pascual, who had
taken refuge at an angle and suspiciously sniffing the wolf
 Help me ... help me

Soon, Efraín! The old man fell

into the pigsty! Should we leave
Where? here?

Enrique took his brother with both hands and held him close to his
chest. Embraced until forming a single person they slowly crossed the
corralón

End