Correction by Pamela Parra: The Curiosity Killed the Cat.

The Curiosity Killed the Cat

This day happened long time ago. Everything began on December 24 when I was 8 years old. This year as all, my grandparents invited us to spend the Christmas together with all my uncles and cousins, in the farm called "The Valley ". I thought that this Christmas would be like all others, but these it would be a Christmas that was not waiting for me.
Everything began at 5: 20 p.m. I think. My family were finishing the preparations for the dinner of Christmas, but my cousin Sebastian and I wanted to disappear of the sight of our parents as soon as possible.
We thought to spend a short time outdoor, because we want to arrive at time to eat and open the presents, we wanted to go away to have a great adventure by seeing "The Great Lucho" .
“Great Lucho” was the biggest and brave bull in my grandpa’s Farm. We had prohibited to go there because it´s dangerous, so we did. Consequently, we need to crossing for the forest to going to see the bull.
When we arrived we saw to the bull slept near a tree, we began to throw stones with the “resorteras” (slingshots) to the bull. Until the bull chased us up to the fence. We were scared, and we were running to the safety of the house. While we were running we look behind, it was not chasing us, so we continue walking and joking one of the other one. Many times when we do something that we are forbidden, we get our own, and we think this was one of them.
When we were near the house we listen to a strange noise, we didn’t think that we have listen a sound like that before ever, only we wanted that this sound does not come of "Great Lucho". Then little by little we approach to see wherefrom this sound was coming. Meanwhile, we come to the house the sound was more and more intense.
Next, we were bordering on the house we saw a bit of blood, so we were scare, pushing to my cousin to order walks first, we saw as our grandmother supporting an axe full of blood, whereas something was approaching rapidly towards us, was a huge turkey, but it didn´t have head, we ran towards the forest as “if the devil was chasing us”. Soon we saw the biggest tree and began to climb, scared we remained on the tree more than 3 hour until they were finding us.
When they found us they all were laughing and the major ones were saying “the curiosity killed the cat”. At this moment we don’t understood what it mean, we knew when we realized that we spend the time to open the presents in a tree, so for being curious we missed a ceremony that every year we shared with family, that's why from that day we learned that every action has a reaction, and in this case, to disobey our parents, by accident of life. We lost a moment we cannot ever recover.