Sadness meet the Tiny Iron Lung Boy

On his way back to home, thinkin' pretty coloured thoughts about vengeance, our little friend Sadness meet with his friend The Tiny iron lung boy, he leanned on the wheelbarrow his family use to carry on for the morning walks, a little shiny bottle rested next to him.
Somehow, the iron lung boy was alone and Sadness saw a little sadness in his eyes.
- Howdy, Tiny iron lung - said Sadness.
- Howdy, Sadness - answer Tiny iron.

Sadness was intrigued about Tiny iron sadness, so he decided to ask him
- Tiny, ¿why are you sad? -
- Well, my sister buy me this bottle of soda before she went with her boyfriend and let me here in this wheelbarrow. The arm's shelters of my iron lung suit are so short that I can't reach the soda nor open it. That's why I'm so sad. -

It was a true story, the rubberish gloves who goes out from the tiny iron lung seems to be so little that Tiny appears to have his hands sticked on his sides with almost no arms, if we not forgotten the fact that Tiny can't bent down to reach the bottle.

- Don't worry, Tiny, I'll open the soda bottle if you don't mind to share it!! - said gladly Sadness.

Sadness picked up the bottle and opened it. He drinks the first half and then helped Tiny to drink the rest of the soda. Tiny's smile was really from side to side of his face, then, suddenly, he gets a really serious mood. Sadness watch him intrigued.
- BUURRRRRP!!! - Tiny belch.
- WOOOOO!! - Sadness was amazed.
- Hoho - Tiny maked a shy laugh.
- He - answers Sadness.
- Hehehe - a silly laughing catched our friends.
- Hahaahaahahahaa... PRRRRRT!!! - a wind of silence blow this time.

¡¡¡What was that!!! ¡a little fart! ¡a tiny toxic gas! ¡pure wind!
Sadness was so embarrased that his face came so red that it seemed to be purple.
- Oh, gosh! It stinks!! You're a bad boy ¡¡I can't block my nose!! - said Tiny
- Sorry, Tiny - said Sadness.
- Pheew, now it's gone, at last! - said Tiny, and then a little noise came from inside his lung, something like a metalic «BLONK».
- Heeey, what was that! - Sadness asked to his friend.
- Think I have wind, I hope it stinks!! - answer Tiny.
- Nop, I can't smell nothing. Well, bye, Tiny iron lung - was Sadness' farewell.

Certainly, the gas remains condensed inside the iron lung and not even Tiny can smell it. Then, our friend reached his eyes and raised his tiny rubbded arms to the sky, praying:
«Lord, if you can hear me, I want to smell my own farts for once in my life.
I don't want to move by myself, I don't want lotta' money, I just want to smell a tiny little wind from my own for once in my life»

(... to be continued ...)

Chapter One