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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 5, Página 2
There
was
a
rustling
of
dresses
as
the
standing
congregation
sat
down.
The
boy,
whose
story
this
book
tells,
did
not
enjoy
the
prayer;
he
only
endured
it,
if
that.
He
was
restless
throughout,
unconsciously
keeping
track
of
the
prayer’s
details—he
knew
the
minister’s
routine
well.
When
new
content
appeared,
his
ear
caught
it,
and
he
resented
it,
finding
additions
unfair.
During
the
prayer,
a
fly
landed
on
the
pew
in
front
of
him,
irritating
him
by
calmly
grooming
itself.
It
seemed
safe,
and
indeed
it
was,
for
Tom
dared
not
catch
it
during
the
prayer,
fearing
his
soul
would
be
destroyed.
But
as
soon
as
“Amen”
was
spoken,
his
hand
darted
forward,
capturing
the
fly.
His
aunt
saw
and
made
him
release
it.
The
minister
announced
his
text
and
droned
on
monotonously
through
a
sermon
so
dull
that
many
heads
began
to
nod.
Yet,
it
was
about
fire
and
brimstone,
reducing
the
saved
to
a
tiny
group.
Tom
counted
the
sermon
pages;
after
church,
he
always
knew
the
number
of
pages
but
little
else.
This
time,
he
was
briefly
interested
when
the
minister
described
a
grand
scene
of
the
world’s
hosts
gathering
at
the
millennium,
where
the
lion
and
the
lamb
would
lie
down
together
and
a
child
would
lead
them.
The
spectacle's
emotion
and
lesson
were
lost
on
Tom;
he
only
thought
of
the
importance
of
the
main
character
and
wished
he
could
be
that
child
if
the
lion
was
tame.
He
slipped
back
into
his
discomfort
as
the
boring
argument
started
again.
Soon,
he
remembered
a
treasure
he
had
and
took
it
out.
It
was
a
big
black
beetle
with
strong
jaws,
which
he
called
a
"pinchbug."
It
was
in
a
small
box.
The
first
thing
the
beetle
did
was
bite
his
finger.
Instinctively,
he
flicked
it
away,
sending
it
tumbling
into
the
aisle
where
it
landed
on
its
back.
Tom
put
his
hurt
finger
in
his
mouth.
The
beetle
lay
there,
legs
waving
helplessly,
unable
to
turn
over.
Tom
looked
at
it,
wanting
it
back,
but
it
was
out
of
reach.
Others,
also
bored
by
the
sermon,
noticed
the
beetle
and
watched
it
too.
Soon,
a
wandering
poodle
came
along,
looking
sad
and
tired
from
the
summer
heat,
longing
for
something
different.
It
spotted
the
beetle,
wagged
its
tail,
and
examined
the
prize.
It
circled
it,
sniffed
from
a
distance,
then
got
braver
and
took
a
cautious
snap
at
it,
just
missing.
It
tried
again
and
again,
enjoying
the
game,
then
settled
down
with
the
beetle
between
its
paws,
experimenting
with
it.
Eventually,
it
got
bored
and
lost
interest.
Its
head
drooped,
and
its
chin
touched
the
beetle,
which
bit
it.
The
dog
yelped
and
shook
its
head,
sending
the
beetle
flying
a
few
yards
away,
landing
on
its
back
again.
The
nearby
spectators
quietly
laughed,
hiding
their
smiles
behind
fans
and
handkerchiefs,
and
Tom
felt
completely
happy.
The
dog
looked
silly
and
probably
felt
that
way
too,
but
it
was
also
angry
and
wanted
revenge.
It
approached
the
beetle
cautiously,
jumping
at
it
from
all
angles,
landing
close
to
it,
snapping
with
its
teeth,
and
shaking
its
head
until
its
ears
flapped.
But
it
got
tired
again,
tried
to
chase
a
fly
but
found
no
fun,
followed
an
ant
with
its
nose
to
the
floor,
and
soon
got
bored.
It
yawned,
sighed,
forgot
about
the
beetle,
and
sat
on
it.
Suddenly,
there
was
a
loud
yelp
of
pain,
and
the
poodle
ran
up
the
aisle,
still
yelping.
It
dashed
across
the
front
of
the
church,
sped
down
the
other
aisle,
ran
past
the
doors,
and
raced
up
the
main
aisle.
Its
pain
seemed
to
increase
as
it
went,
turning
it
into
a
furry
comet
moving
with
incredible
speed.
Finally,
the
desperate
dog
veered
off
and
jumped
into
its
owner's
lap,
who
promptly
tossed
it
out
the
window,
where
its
cries
faded
away
into
the
distance.
By
now,
the
entire
church
was
red-faced,
struggling
to
hold
back
laughter,
and
the
sermon
had
come
to
a
complete
stop.
Soon,
the
preacher
continued,
but
his
words
were
stumbling
and
awkward,
with
no
chance
of
being
serious
anymore.
Even
the
most
solemn
statements
were
met
with
muffled
laughter
from
some
hidden
corner,
as
if
the
preacher
had
made
a
surprisingly
funny
joke.
Everyone
felt
relieved
when
the
service
finally
ended,
and
the
blessing
was
given.
Tom
Sawyer
walked
home
feeling
quite
cheerful,
thinking
that
church
services
were
more
enjoyable
when
something
different
happened.
He
had
only
one
regret;
he
was
fine
with
the
dog
playing
with
his
pinchbug,
but
he
didn't
think
it
was
right
for
the
dog
to
take
it
away.
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