Alberto always left very early in the morning and returned late because he spent the day tending his garden to feed his family. From the five and was up and out with their old tools to start your day labor. The years passed and it was always the same monotony.
One morning I got up and could see that it was much less cold I used to do at that time, something that would be good because today I played water the fields.
Upon reaching the ditch was a black spot inside. I missed a lot because only a few months it had been cleaned. Anyway, hit the engine and began to draw water into their plants.
When the night was closing, Alberto decided to return home, but upon entering, looked back and saw a beam of light coming out of the ditch to the sky. It gave the highest importance, and thought that the reason was that he was very tired, and that Alberto is sometimes came to see what was not there.
Next day he went again, and found the poor image that his crop had been completely decimated. He went to the ditch and saw that he was not black spot, but there were other random spots moving nonstop. Just turn around, these stains out of the ditch and became engaged to his back that he could not do anything ... and there lay the body of Alberto, without having had time to know what was happening.
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