Las montañas misteriosas, el bosque encantado

Las montañas misteriosas, el bosque encantado y el cielo azul

. Silence. Even on their best days I had a sneaking suspicion that the vast majority of them would rather be anywhere other than my Spanish class. "Come on! The mysterious mountain

Mexican is waiting for an answer!" he demanded. We all wondered from which mountain he had come from. One student tentatively said "il taco bueno?" Without so much as blinking,

That's when I was pulled by suspenders in the Luch Libre ring by Gender Bending Mexican Wrestler Named EL LA. I hung onto the turnbuckle but it was greased and

I slipped and fell on my ass. EL LA intended to take full advantage of this situation and slammed into me so hard, I swore I saw stars like in the cartoons.

I stumbled about in oblong circles like any proper cartoon character would given the situation. EL LA did not seem pleased, and punched me again.

"Ow," I said, rubbing my cartoon arm. I resumed pacing, glaring at EL LA who was reading another punch. Why couldn't he let me think on what species I was? Being a cartoon for four

eardrum, deep and penetrating. I was glad she was using cerelean blue, though, to color in my shorts because it's always been my favorite color. OK, stop pushing so hard...uhhhuh

*pop* the Q-tip burst through my eardrum, impaled my brain, and I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about blue crayons and ponies. I would have such a headache the next morning.