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Kelsey Lamb's Spanish Short Story

Mi Tío en un Lío
By Kelsey Lamb

Tengo una familia muy interesante, pero mi tío es especialmente fascinante. Se llama Tío Atom. Él es cientìfico y trabaja en un laboratorio de la universidad. Es un hombre alto y flaco, con pelo color café. Tiene los ojos azules y la barba corta. Es trabajador serio y a veces cómico. A él le encanta hacer investigaciones con quìmicos.

Mi tío no está casado. Su mejor amigo es un perro negro y grande que se llama “Boomer”. Todos nosotros queriamos que viniera a conocer a una mujer.

Aunque no intenta hacerlo, mi tío suele explotar cosas en su laboratorio. Todos los padres en nuestra familia están perocupados de que él pueda lastimarse, pero los niños piensan que él es fenomenal.

Se puede ver muchas pruebas extrañas en el laboratorio. Voy a relatar lo que pasó un día en el laboratorio de mi tío.

Había líquido intoxico corriendo a lo largo de tubos de vidrio a un frasco de cristal. Tío Atom corría de lado a lado sin prestar atención completa a su trabajo. El líquido morado continuó a borbollar en los tubos. Tío Atom tuvo prisa. Quiso acabar las investigaciones antes de la llegada del Director. Señor Horatio Lopez, Director del Laboratorio, iba a inspeccionar. También, Tío Atom se preocupaba porque aquella noche saldría por primera vez con una mujer. Era una mujer muy bonita e inteligente.

Tío Atom miraba del reloj y la solución morada que estaba hirviendo en un frasco. Estaba perdiendo la paciencia. Otra vez Tío Atom se dio vuelta para ver el reloj y en esa acción volcó el Bunsen Burner. ¡De repente todos sus papeles se incendieron!

“¡Ay de mi!” gritó Tío Atom. El intentó apagar el fuego con agua, pero en lugar de agua, agarró un vaso de metanol. El resultado fue un incendio más grande que engolfó la mitad del laboratorio.
Tío Atom agarró ­­­­­­­­­­­­­el extintor y apagó el fuego como hombre loco. En este momento entró el Director. ¡Que desastre! Había un lío. Tío Atom no supo qué decir.

Más tarde, después de bañarse y vestirse, Tío Atom se dirigió al restaurante elegante donde esperaba la mujer bonita. Los dos se sentaron y comenzaron a charlar.

Ella le preguntó a mi tío: “Has tenido un día interesante?”

En respuesto, él dijo: “No. Nada interesante pasó. Todo el día fue normal.”

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My Uncle in a Mess
Kelsey Lamb

I have a very interesting family, but my Uncle is especially fascinating. His name is Uncle Atom. He is a scientist and he works in a university lab. He is tall and skinny with brown hair. He has blue eyes and a short beard. He is a serious worker and sometimes comical. He loves to perform experiments with chemicals.

My uncle isn't married. His best friend is a big black dog called Boomer. We all wanted him to come to know a woman.

Although he doesn't try to, my uncle usually blows things up in his lab. All the parents in our family worry that he might hurt himself but the children think that he is phenomenal.

Many strange experiments can be seen in the lab. I'm going to tell you what happened on day in my uncle's lab.

There was an intoxicating liquid running the length of some glass tubes to a glass flask. Uncle Atom was running from side to side without paying complete attention to his work. The purple liquid continued to boil in the tubes. Uncle Atom was in a hurry. He wanted to finish the experiments before the Director's arrival. Mr. Horatio Lopez, the Director of the laboratory, was going to inspect. Uncle Atom was preoccupied also because that night he would go out with a woman for the first time. She was a very pretty and intelligent woman.

Unce Atom was watching the clock and the purple solution that was boiling in the flask. He was losing patience. Again, he turned to look at the clock and in that action he overturned the Bunsen Burner. Suddenly, all his papers went up in flames!

"Oh my!" shouted Uncle Atom. He tried to put out the fire with water, but instead of grabbing water, he grabbed a glass of methanol. The result was a bigger fire that engulfed half the laboratory.

Uncle Atom grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the fire like a crazy man. At that moment the Director entered. What a disaster! It was a mess. Uncle Atom didn't know what to say.

Later, after taking a bath and dressing, Uncle Atom headed to the elegant restaurant where the pretty woman was waiting. The two sat down and began to chat.

She asked my uncle, "Have you had an interesting day?"

My uncle replied, "No. Nothing interesting happened. The whole day was normal."

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