Mensaje diario de 5 minutos-Pulir el bigote de latón/ Daily 5 minute message- Polish the brass moustache

Era admirado y mirado por muchas damas cuando visitaban el museo, su gran bigote era tocado, porque se suponía que daba suerte a quienes lo hacían. Pero el cuidador era muy celoso de protegerlo cada vez que podía.

En la noche limpiaba aquel bigote de cuanto pegoste le encontraba. No podía creer que con tanta fé que le tenían lo tocaran con esa manos llenas de dulces, dejando un rastro en el largo bigote.

Una noche enfermo y no pudo hacer su guardia rutinaria. A la mañana siguiente faltaba medio bigote. Se lo habían arrancado con una fuerza extraordinaria. Lo busco por todos lados y no lo hallaba.

Busco en las cámaras quien había cometido tal atrocidad con el gran bigote como todos lo conocían en el museo. Solo bien al medio bigote saltar de repente de la cara y caer en el suelo, victima de todo el toqueteo diario. El aseador lo vio, lo tomo en sus manos unos segundos y lo lanzo a la papelera. Allí estaba victima de la tocadera de todo el día.

Se dio reportado como desparecido y se le encargo al escultor hacer otro bigote de latón para el museo.

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Este texto corresponde a mi participación en el reto diario del amigo @latino.romano, @wakeupkitty, @felt.buzz y @mariannewest post

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He was admired and looked at by many ladies when they visited the museum, his big mustache was touched, because it was supposed to bring luck to those who did it. But the caretaker was very zealous to protect him whenever he could.

At night he cleaned that mustache of whatever sticky he found on it. He couldn't believe that with so much faith they had in him, they touched him with those hands full of sweets, leaving a trail on his long mustache.

One night he fell ill and could not do his routine watch. The next morning half a mustache was missing. It had been torn from him with extraordinary force. I looked for it everywhere and couldn't find it.

I search the cameras for who had committed such an atrocity with the big mustache as everyone in the museum knew him. Only half a mustache suddenly jumps off the face and falls to the ground, a victim of all the daily touching. The cleaner saw it, took it in his hands for a few seconds and threw it into the trash can. There he was a victim of all-day bullying.

He was reported missing and the sculptor was commissioned to make another brass mustache for the museum.

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This text corresponds to my participation in the daily challenge of my friend @latino.romano, @wakeupkitty, @felt.buzz and @mariannewest post

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