“Iris the witty old witch was plummeting through the sky on her runaway vacuum, hair flying like crazy.

Rick the pig, too stubborn to let go,dangled from her shoe,squealing louder than the wind itself.

Balancing on Rick’s foot —like a circus act gone terribly wrong —stood Ramón the mouse,wobbling as if the worlddepended on his tiny tail.

To make things worse,he was clinging to the crazy henand her walking stick,while she flapped and screamed,‘Ki-ki-ri-ki-kiiii -kii - kii!’

Together, they looked less like heroesand more like a tower of pancakesabout to crash into the ground!” 🌀🐷🐭🐔💫

 

 

 

“Iris, la ingeniosa brujita,caía en picada por el cielosobre su aspiradora descontrolada,con el cabello volando sin rumbo.

Rick, el cerdito testarudo,colgaba de su zapatochillando más fuerte que el viento.

Sobre su pata —como en un acto de circo fallido —se tambaleaba Ramón el ratón,sosteniéndose con su diminuta colacomo si el mundo dependiera de ella.

Y para empeorar todo,se aferraba a la gallina locay a su bastón,mientras ella aleteaba y gritaba:‘¡Ki-ki-ri-ki-kiiii!’

Juntos, parecían menos héroes voladoresy más una torre de panquequesa punto de estrellarse.” 🌀🐷🐭🐔💫