Que trata del libro de terror escrito por R. L. Stine
Lectura en inglés justo a tiempo para el mes de octubre. Lector, ¿estás listo para el horror? Egg Monsters From Mars (Los Monstruos Ovíparos De Marte) es un libro de terror de la serie de libros Goosebumps (Escalofríos en español) escrita por el autor estadounidense R.L. Stine. Es otra historia fácil de leer, divertida e ideal para iniciarse en la lectura.
¿Qué fue primero, el huevo o el monstruo?
🥚Chapter 1🥚
My sister, Brandy, wanted an egg hunt for her birthday. And she always gets what she wants. She flashes her smile, that smile that makes her dimples show, and puts on her baby face, opens her green eyes and she plays with her red hair. “Please? Please? Can I have an egg hunt at my birthday party?”. There’s no way Mom and Dad could say no to her. If Brandy were to ask for a red, white, and blue ostrich for a birthday present, Dad would be painting it right now in the shed. Brandy is good at getting her way, really good. I’m her older brother, Dennis Johnson. And I’ll admit it, it’s even difficult for me to say no to her. I’m not small nor am I pretty like my sister. I have straight, black hair that falls over my forehead, I wear glasses, and I’m somewhat pudgy. “Dennis, don’t act so serious”. Mom always tells me that. “Dennis is an old soul”, my grandmother Evelyn always says. I don’t actually know what that means, I suppose it means that I am more serious than the majority of twelve-year old kids. Maybe that’s not true. I’m really not that serious all the time, it’s just that I’m curious about a lot of different things: I’m really interested in science, I like studying about insects, plants, and animals. I have an ant farm and two tarantulas in my room, and I have my own microscope. Last night, I studied a snail with it. It’s a lot more interesting than you guys might imagine. I want to be a scientific researcher when I grow up. I’ll have my own laboratory, and I’ll study whatever I want. Dad is a chemist. He works for a perfume company. He mixes substances together to make new aromas, he calls them fragrances. Before Mom met Dad, she worked in a laboratory experimenting on rats. So, both my parents are happy with my interest in science, they encourage me to continue forward. But that doesn’t mean that they give me everything I ask for. If I were to ask my dad for a red, white, and blue ostrich for my birthday, you guys know what he’d tell me? He would say: “Go play with your sister’s!” Anyways, Brandy asked for an egg hunt for her birthday, which is a week before Easter, so it’s not really anything ridiculous. We have a big backyard, it extends all the way until a thin stream. The backyard is full of bushes, trees, and flowers, and also there’s a humongous doghouse , even though we don’t have a dog. There are a ton of places to hide eggs, so Brandy got her egg hunt. She invited all of the kids in her class. Maybe you guys think that an egg hunt couldn’t be something exciting. But my sister thinks so. Brandy’s birthday arrived. It was a hot, sunny day, only a few cumulus clouds were high up in the sky. (By the way, I like studying clouds). Mom headed hastily to the backyard after breakfast, carrying in her hand an enormous bucket of eggs. “I’ll help you hide them”, I told her. “That wouldn’t be fair, Dennis”, replied Mom. “You’re also going to participate in the egg hunt… don’t you remember?” I had almost forgotten. Brandy usually doesn’t want me to be around when her friends are here; nevertheless, now she had said that I could participate in the egg hunt and so could my best friend, Anne Gravel. Anne lives in the house next door, my mom and her mom are best friends. Mrs. Gravel gave my mom permission to hide eggs in her backyard too. So, it was only fair that my friend could take part in the egg hunt too. Anne is tall, really skinny, and has long reddish-brown hair. She’s taller than me; almost a head taller. For that reason everyone thinks she’s older than me, but she’s twelve too. She’s really funny, and is always joking around. She makes fun of me because she says I’m too serious. But I don’t care, I know she’s only joking. That afternoon, Anne and I were in the driveway and saw my sister’s classmates arrive. Brandy gave each of her friends a little straw basket. They were really excited when Brandy talked about the egg hunt, and the girls became even more thrilled when she told them what the grand prize was… one of those expensive dolls called American Girl. Of course, the boys started to complain. My sister should have had a prize that a boy would like. Some of the boys started using their baskets as Frisbees and others started to fight on the lawn. “I was much more sophisticated when I was ten”, I whispered to Anne. “When you were ten, you liked the Ninja Turtles”, replied Anne lifting her eyebrows. “That’s not true!” I protested. “Yes it is, I remember”, insisted Anne. “You would wear a Ninja Turtles t-shirt every day.” I kicked some gravel on the sidewalk. “Just because I wore a t-shirt doesn’t mean that I liked them”, I replied. Anne brushed back her long hair. She laughed, mocking me. I hate when she does that. “You had Ninja Turtles cups and plates at your tenth birthday party, Dennis. And a Ninja Turtles tablecloth and we played something called Throw the Pizza to the Turtle.” “But that doesn’t mean I liked them,” I exclaimed. Three other girls from Brandy’s class arrived running through the grass. I recognized them, they were the Hair Girls, as I called them. They aren’t sisters, but they spend all day in Brandy’s room brushing each other’s hair. Dad moved slowly through the lawn towards them. He had the video camera out. The Three Hair Sisters waved to the camera and shouted: “Happy Birthday, Brandy!” Dad records all of our birthdays, vacations, and important events. He keeps the tapes on a shelf in his office. But we’ve never watched them. The sun was shining. The lawn had a sweet, fresh smell. It was spring and the trees were starting to blossom. “Okay… everyone follow me!” ordered Brandy. The kids lined up two by two and three by three, with their baskets in their hands. Anne and I followed them, Dad walked behind us, filming everything diligently. Brandy guided us to the backyard. Mom was waiting there. “The eggs are hidden all over the place”, announced Mom, waving a hand in the air. In any place you can imagine. “Okay, attention! shouted Brandy. When I count to three, the egg hunt begins! One…” Anne bent down and whispered in my ear: “I bet you five dollars I find more eggs than you.” I smiled. Anne always knows how to make things more interesting. “Two…” “You’re on! I said to her. “Three!” All the kids cheered. The egg hunt had begun. Everyone started to look in the backyard, bending over to pick up eggs, some made progress by crawling on the lawn, others worked as a team, and others looked for eggs by themselves. I turned around and saw that Anne crouched down and was moving quickly toward one side of the shed. She already had three eggs in her basket. “I can’t let her beat me!” I told myself. I got down to work. I passed in front of a group of girls who were around the doghouse and I continue moving. I wanted to find an area to explore alone. A place where I could grab a lot of eggs without having to compete with the others. I ran through some tall grass, heading to the rear part of the backyard, I was completely alone, close to the stream, and I began to search for eggs. I spotted a hidden egg behind a rock, I had to move fast, I wanted to win the bet. I crouched down, I lifted it up and quickly tossed it in my basket, after I kneeled down, I placed my basket on the ground, and I started to search for more eggs. Nevertheless, I jumped up when I heard a scream.
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