¿Para qué sirven los hermanos menores?

Esta pregunta me la hice años. Aparentemente es para hacer videos, disfruten, cortesía de Montserrat Tormentas.

Винни-Пух

El Winnieh Pooh original.


La adaptación americana.




La adaptación rusa.




Aunque nunca he leído los cuentos originales, desde fuera me da la impresión de que ninguno de los dos son adaptaciones fieles. Esas primeras ilustraciones siempre me han parecido algo tristes, como un oso melancólico que entierra con indidferencia el rostro en un tarro de miel.
Sin embargo el contraste es fuerte, el buen gusto en la producción Vinnih Puh hace patente el simplismo y la peladez de la versión animada de Walt Disney.

Estaban un perro un gato y una ardilla 1

Estaban un perro un gato y una ardilla y el perro dice "Uno de nosotros es Miguel Tormentas." El gato dice "¿Cómo podemos saberlo?" "Veamos quién de nosotros tiene un blog llamado el país de octubre" dice el perro. Todos sacan sus computadoras portátiles y entran a www.blogger.com. La ardilla dice "Yo soy Miguel Tormentas, mi blog se llama El País de Octubre." El gato dice, "Pero mi blog también se llama el País de Octubre." La ardilla replica "pero el mío tiene la misma dirección que Miguel Tormentas, migueltormentas.blogspot.com." "También el mío", dice el gato.

"Ninguno de ustedes es Miguel Tormentas" dice Alejandro Vázquez del Mercado Hernández. "Miguel Tormentas es el nombre que utilizo en el blog."
"Tal vez los tres son Miguel Tormentas" reflexionó el perro.
"No, sólo yo soy Miguel Tormentas" dice Alejandro Vázquez del Mercado Hernández, "De hecho ustedes ni siquiera existen, sólo son personajes que estoy escribiendo para algo que voy a postear pronto."
La ardilla dice "Eso lo sacó de Niebla."

Insoportables

El power metal.

Las lechuzas.

Los Rolling Stones tardíos.

El tequila blanco.

El surimi de cangrejo.

Los valses de Strauss.

El cristianismo evangélico.

Las personas que usan

Hi5.

Los escritos filosóficos de Gabriel Marcel.

Las aberraciones etimológicas.

El programa de teleópsis "Los padrinos mágicos."

Zoé.

Las listas autorreferenciales de orden n (esto haría explotar a cualquier robot).

Literatura

So Tom got out a sheet of paper that he had wrote the oath on, and read it. It swore every boy to stick to the band, and never tell any of the secrets; and if anybody done anything to any boy in the band, whichever boy was ordered to kill that person and his family must do it, and he mustn't eat and he mustn't sleep till he had killed them and hacked a cross in their breasts, which was the sign of the band. And nobody that didn't belong to the band could use that mark, and if he did he must be sued; and if he done it again he must be killed. And if anybody that belonged to the band told the secrets, he must have his throat cut, and then have his carcass burnt up and the ashes scattered all around, and his name blotted off of the list with blood and never mentioned again by the gang, but have a curse put on it and be forgot forever.

Everybody said it was a real beautiful oath, and asked Tom if he got it out of his own head. He said, some of it, but the rest was out of pirate-books and robber-books, and every gang that was high-toned had it.

Some thought it would be good to kill the FAMILIES of boys that told the secrets. Tom said it was a good idea, so he took a pencil and wrote it in. Then Ben Rogers says:

"Here's Huck Finn, he hain't got no family; what you going to do 'bout him?"

"Well, hain't he got a father?" says Tom Sawyer.

"Yes, he's got a father, but you can't never find him these days. He used to lay drunk with the hogs in the tanyard, but he hain't been seen in these parts for a year or more."

They talked it over, and they was going to rule me out, because they said every boy must have a family or somebody to kill, or else it wouldn't be fair and square for the others. Well, nobody could think of anything to do—everybody was stumped, and set still. I was most ready to cry; but all at once I thought of a way, and so I offered them Miss Watson—they could kill her. Everybody said:

"Oh, she'll do. That's all right. Huck can come in."

Then they all stuck a pin in their fingers to get blood to sign with, and I made my mark on the paper.