EN + ES
Escuchar
55
Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 7, Página 1
The
more
Tom
tried
to
concentrate
on
his
book,
the
more
his
thoughts
drifted.
Finally,
with
a
sigh
and
a
yawn,
he
gave
up.
It
felt
like
the
noon
break
would
never
arrive.
The
air
was
completely
still.
It
was
the
sleepiest
of
days.
The
soft
hum
of
the
twenty-five
students
studying
was
soothing,
like
the
sound
of
bees.
In
the
distance,
through
the
shimmering
heat,
Cardiff
Hill's
green
slopes
rose,
tinted
with
the
purple
of
distance.
A
few
birds
lazily
floated
high
in
the
sky;
the
only
other
living
creatures
were
some
cows,
and
they
were
asleep.
Tom
longed
to
be
free
or
to
find
something
interesting
to
do
to
pass
the
dull
time.
His
hand
slipped
into
his
pocket,
and
his
face
lit
up
with
a
glow
of
gratitude
that
was
like
a
prayer,
though
he
didn’t
realize
it.
Secretly,
he
took
out
the
percussion-cap
box.
He
released
the
tick
and
placed
it
on
the
long,
flat
desk.
The
creature
probably
felt
a
gratitude
that
was
like
a
prayer
too,
but
it
was
too
soon:
as
it
began
to
move
thankfully,
Tom
redirected
it
with
a
pin,
making
it
take
a
new
path.
Tom’s
best
friend
sat
next
to
him,
suffering
the
same
boredom,
and
he
was
immediately
interested
in
this
new
activity.
This
friend
was
Joe
Harper.
The
two
boys
were
best
friends
all
week
and
fierce
enemies
on
Saturdays.
Joe
took
a
pin
from
his
lapel
and
began
to
help
exercise
the
prisoner.
The
game
became
more
interesting
by
the
moment.
Soon,
Tom
said
they
were
getting
in
each
other's
way
and
neither
was
fully
enjoying
the
tick.
So
he
put
Joe’s
slate
on
the
desk
and
drew
a
line
down
the
middle
from
top
to
bottom.
“Now,”
Tom
said,
“as
long
as
the
tick
is
on
your
side,
you
can
poke
it
and
I’ll
leave
it
alone;
but
if
it
crosses
to
my
side,
you
must
leave
it
alone
as
long
as
I
can
keep
it
from
crossing
back.”
“All
right,
go
ahead;
start
it
up.”
The
tick
soon
escaped
from
Tom
and
crossed
the
line.
Joe
teased
it
for
a
while,
then
it
got
away
and
crossed
back.
This
change
happened
often.
While
one
boy
was
focused
on
the
tick
with
intense
interest,
the
other
watched
just
as
eagerly,
their
heads
close
together
over
the
slate,
unaware
of
anything
else.
Eventually,
luck
seemed
to
favor
Joe.
The
tick
tried
different
paths,
getting
as
excited
and
anxious
as
the
boys,
but
time
and
again,
just
when
it
seemed
victory
was
near,
and
Tom’s
fingers
twitched
to
start,
Joe’s
pin
would
skillfully
block
it,
keeping
control.
Finally,
Tom
couldn’t
resist
any
longer.
The
temptation
was
too
strong.
He
reached
out
and
helped
with
his
pin.
Joe
was
angry
immediately.
He
said:
“Tom,
leave
it
alone.”
“I
just
want
to
stir
it
up
a
little,
Joe.”
“No,
it’s
not
fair;
leave
it
alone.”
||
||
Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer — B2 Inglés | Cuentana