The Horrible Story of the Little Meats

Mrs. Dolores Catapum de la Garza was old, ugly, a nasty person, and smelled of caca.

This woman was so ugly that her friends called her Lolita Stomach.

Lolita had a taco stall in the market.

Lolita always had a little box of rotten meat which she gave to children and then they had a stomach ache.

She didn’t like children at all.

One morning very early Lolita saw three children talking to each other.

“Let’s go to the woods and find little herbs and humming bird’s eggs,” said the boy.

He was the biggest. His name was Vincent.

“Yes, let’s go,” said Tomasina, and the smallest jumped up and down with joy.

The three children went happily off to the woods.

BUT

Lolita went after them with her little box of rotten meat.

The children were playing in the woods when Lolita arrived.

“Little children,” she said with a horrible smile, “come and eat some meat, it’s really very good.”

Lolita put out her black tongue and the children were afraid.

When she opened the box the little meats jumped out on their own they were so rotten.

“We’d better not eat them,” said Vincent, “because then we’ll have a stomach ache.”

“Just you eat them up,” said Lolita, and she left the little meats on the ground and they were running here and there like mice. They smelled terrible.

“Foutchi,” said Tomasina, pinching her nose.

Shortly afterwards Lolita came back.

“Did you eat the little meats?” she asked.

“Yes, yes,” said the children.

“Little lies,” said Lolita.

“Oh yes, we ate the little meats,” said the children.

“All right,” said Lolita, “those little meats could not only run around but they could also talk.”

So the ugly old woman called the little meats and asked them: “Have any of you been eaten by these children?”

“No, No,” shouted all the little meats in chorus, “they didn’t eat anything, not even half.”

So Lolita caught hold of the three children.

“All right, you’re ungrateful. I’m going to cut you up in little pieces.” The children cried a lot.

She took them away and she cut off their heads.

She put them in a big cage. The parrot didn’t live there any more.

Lolita was pleased.

“These children have no heads,” she said, and she hung up the heads in her wardrobe.

BUT

The Green Indian arrived and opened Lolita’s wardrobe. He wanted to steal her shawl.

He saw the three heads of the children crying.

“Poor little ones,” said the Green Indian. “Where are your bodies?”

“They’re in the parrot’s cage,” said Vincent.

So the Green Indian stuck on their heads again.

However, the Green Indian was stupid and he didn’t know where to stick them.

Tomasina had her head stuck to her hand.

The little one had it stuck under his foot, and Vincent had his stuck on his behind.

Poor Vincent, every time he sat down his face shouted “AI.”

“They look all right,” said the Green Indian. He was stupid.

The children went home.

“What happened?” said their father.

But the children were happy in spite of having their heads stuck on such funny places.