Thursday, April 16, 2009

Potato Foot Goes to America ... Sort of

11 already? NO. Time to get up. What will I do with my day? I usually don't do anything important. Pretty much sit around and watch tv and wait to go to sleep. You know what. Today will be different. I will go to the United States. I hear they have good things over there.

What shall I wear? Um, something nice so that people will think good things about me. I want to fit in in the United States. Here in Mexico we all dress alike. Ridiculos we are, yes I know. Ok, here is something nice and simple and the Americans will know I am nice when they see me wear this. Great, now I have to take a shower. I don't like taking a shower. You want me to tell you the truth? I don't like anything that involves any physical activity. But I don't want to smell bad for the Americans so I guess I have to do it.

Ok, now I am ready to go. Pesera man please stop and take me to the border. I need to go to the United States. The ride is bumpy but I will go to the United States and I will be happy there. I hear the United States is a happy place and there are nice people there. I sure hope they like me. I want people to like me. Ok, I am here. Thank you, Pesera man. Ok, now where? There it is. The border. I am amazed. I can see the United States. It looks so pretty. Hi United States. Let me follow these people and I will be in the United States soon.

Finally inside. That was a long line. Shh. It's my turn. Hi Mr. Blue. My name is Potato Foot. Yes, I want to go to the the United States today. Papers? No, Mr. Blue, I have no papers. Let's see, I have a gum, a napkin, some coins, and keys. But no, no papers. What? I can't go to the United States with no papers? Why? Today was my day to go to the United States. I was going to go to a happy place. Oh I'm sorry. I talk to much. Yes, Mr. Blue I will go with Ms. Blue to the back. Yes, Ms. Blue I am Mexican. No, I do not have these papers you speak of. Go back home? I guess, if I have to. I really wanted to go to the United States today.

Everybody is staring at me. Mexicans like to stare. I know because I do it too. I wanted to go to the happy place where people don't stare. Now, I have to walk all the way back. I really don't like walking. I am sad. Why did Mr. and Ms. Blue do this? I wasn't going to do anything wrong. I just wanted to be happy. But, now I am sad. The great thing is that it's almost time to go to sleep again. That always makes me happy. Pesera man, could you please take me home. I can't go to the United States today.

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