Autor: Milo<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un d\u00eda, la peque\u00f1a Najuma fue a visitar a su madre a las minas. Con su capa roja puesta y llevando una cesta con la comida y material explosivo, sali\u00f3 de su casa y se dirigi\u00f3 a las minas donde estaba su madre. A medida que se acercaba a las minas, no pod\u00eda evitar sentir que la observaban. Pero cada vez que miraba a su alrededor, solo ve\u00eda los animales que viv\u00edan en Bahari. As\u00ed que cada vez se encog\u00eda de hombros y segu\u00eda adelante. Pronto lleg\u00f3 al pozo de la mina, donde llam\u00f3 a la puerta tres veces, sabiendo que no deb\u00eda entrar en un pozo de mina que pod\u00eda ser peligroso. Tras unos segundos, oy\u00f3 una voz femenina \u00e1spera, casi falsa, que la llamaba. \u00ab\u00bfS\u00ed, mi querida ni\u00f1a?\u00bb, dijo la voz. Najuma se mostr\u00f3 esc\u00e9ptica. \u00ab\u00bfQui\u00e9n eres? \u00bfQu\u00e9 haces en las minas?\u00bb, pregunt\u00f3, alej\u00e1ndose precaucionadamente de la puerta. \u00ab\u00a1Oh, querida, soy yo, tu madre!\u00bb, dijo la voz, que segu\u00eda sonando \u00e1spera y ronca. \u00abPero \u00bfpor qu\u00e9 suenas as\u00ed? No suenas como ella\u00bb, pregunt\u00f3 Najuma, mientras se inclinaba un poco para mirar por debajo de la puerta y se daba cuenta de que la persona llevaba unas zapatillas oscuras y peludas. \u00ab\u00a1Oh, cari\u00f1o, se me ha olvidado la mascarilla y he respirado demasiado polvo! \u00bfMe la has tra\u00eddo?\u00bb, pregunt\u00f3 la voz. \u00abNo, no he visto tu mascarilla donde la sueles dejar. Adem\u00e1s, madre, \u00bfpor qu\u00e9 llevas zapatillas peludas?\u00bb, insisti\u00f3, sin estar a\u00fan convencida de que se tratara de su madre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a1Oh! \u00a1Es que me dol\u00edan los pies con las botas, as\u00ed que me las quit\u00e9 un rato!\u00bb. Sabiendo que eso pod\u00eda pasar, Najuma asinti\u00f3 con la cabeza y dijo: \u00abVale, mam\u00e1, \u00bfme dejas entrar entonces?\u00bb, pregunt\u00f3, ajust\u00e1ndose la capucha. Pero se qued\u00f3 paralizada cuando la puerta se abri\u00f3 lentamente y, en lugar de su madre, \u00a1apareci\u00f3 el monstruo de madera antigua! Najuma grit\u00f3 tan fuerte como pudo, tratando de alertar a cualquiera que pudiera, pero cuando intent\u00f3 huir, la agarraron por la capucha y el monstruo la arrastr\u00f3 a las profundidades de las minas. A medida que se adentraban, de repente, alguien grit\u00f3 y embisti\u00f3 al monstruo, lo que hizo que ambos chocaran contra una de las vigas de soporte. Cuando mir\u00f3 hacia arriba, vio a su madre, que luchaba con el monstruo, mientras la viga cruj\u00eda bajo el peso. \u00ab\u00a1Corre, Najuma! \u00a1Ve a buscar a tu padre!\u00bb, grit\u00f3 su madre. Najuma se levant\u00f3 a toda prisa y ech\u00f3 a correr. Mientras lo hac\u00eda, oy\u00f3 el fuerte crujido de la viga de soporte al romperse, lo que provoc\u00f3 que el pozo de la mina comenzara a derrumbarse. Najuma intent\u00f3 correr m\u00e1s r\u00e1pido, con la visi\u00f3n nublada por las l\u00e1grimas, sabiendo que su madre no iba a sobrevivir. Estaba a punto de salir cuando, de repente, fue derribada al suelo y una roca le aplast\u00f3 la pierna. Grit\u00f3 a\u00fan m\u00e1s fuerte, lo que ayud\u00f3 a su padre a encontrarla, y \u00e9l utiliz\u00f3 su pico para excavar la roca, sac\u00e1ndola con \u00e9xito, mientras la mina se derrumbaba por completo detr\u00e1s de ellos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Story: Little Red riding g Hood<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day, little Najuma went to visit her mother in the mines. Wearing her red cloak, and carrying a basket of lunch and explosive supplies, she left her home, and traveled to the mines where her mother was. As she traveled closer to the mines, she could help but feel like she was being watched. But every time she looked around, it was just the regular animals that lived around her in bahari. So she shrugged it off each time. Soon, she reached the mineshaft, where she knocked on the door three times , knowing not to enter a mineshaft that could be dangerous. After a few seconds, she heard a gruff, almost fake feminine voice call out. \u201cYes my darling child?\u201d said the voice. Najuma was skeptical. \u201cWho are you? What are you doing in the mines?\u201d She asked, taking a precautionary step back from the door. \u201cOh darling, it’s me, your mother!\u201d Said the voice, still sounding gruff and raspy. \u201cBut why do you sound like that? You don’t sound like her?\u201d questioned Najuma, as she leaned down a bit to peak under the door, noticing that the person was wearing dark fuzzy slippers. \u201cOh darling I just forgot my mask and breathed in too much of the dust! Did you bring it for me?\u201d Asked the voice. \u201cNo, I didn’t see your mask where you normally put it. Also, mother, why are you wearing fuzzy slippers?\u201d She kept prodding, not yet convinced this was mother. \u201cOh! That’s because my boots were hurting my feet, so I took them off for a little bit!\u201d. Knowing that that could happen, Najuma nodded her head a bit, and she called out. \u201cOkay mother, please let me in then?\u201d She asked, readjusting her hood. But she froze when the door slowly swung open, and instead of her mother standing there, it was the elderwood monster! Najuma screamed as loud as she could, trying to alert anyone she could, but as she tried to run away, she was yanked back by her hood, and the monster dragged her deep into the mines!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As they got deeper, suddenly, someone yelled, ramming into the monster, forcing them both to hit one of the support beams. When she looked up, she saw her mother, who was wrestling with the monster, as the beam created and groaned under the weight. \u201cRun Najuma! Go get your father!\u201d Yelled her mother. Najuma scrambled up, and she ran. As she did, she could hear the loud SNAP of the support beam breaking, causing the mineshaft to start collapsing. Najuma tried to run faster, her vision clouded with tears, knowing her mother wasn’t going to make it. She was just barely almost out when suddenly, she was blown to the ground, her leg being crushed by a boulder. She screamed even louder, which helped her dad find her, and he used his pick to mine the rock, effectively getting her out, as the mine fully collapsed behind them.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Autor: Milo Un d\u00eda, la peque\u00f1a Najuma fue a visitar a su madre a las minas. Con su capa roja puesta y llevando una cesta con la comida y material explosivo, sali\u00f3 de su casa y se dirigi\u00f3 a las minas donde estaba su madre. A medida que se acercaba a las minas, no pod\u00eda […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-886","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-histories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/886","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=886"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/886\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":887,"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/886\/revisions\/887"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=886"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=886"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bearpixelplay.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=886"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}