When born, a child does not question their looks. Only happiness and wonder, with the world offering warmth and acceptance, it is a good space of innocence.
In the small village under the sea near where a healthy river comes to join it, where Roberto lives, there are a number of different tribes that live peacefully together which is a rarity in these days as there are many villages that are frequently more unhappy or unlucky. Folks are thankful for this blessing. However, Roberto is not thankful!

“Monster face! Swim away, monster face is here!” Fast, the young merchildren dart away when he emerges. Hurt, his heart feels squeezed and his chest is pain. He simply is taking his daily swim amongst the pretty corals of the local park but his appearance sets off a chaos in other visitors of the small park.

“Rrrh!” He is at loss of words, the only thing he is able to produce is a sound between letters of the alphabet. His brain wants to say: “Please! I am just me!” and his heart wants to say: “Don’t be afraid, I do not harm any!” and his soul wants to say: “Love me, someone?” but his face is saying: “I eat little children! I am dangerous and terrible!” His brain and his heart and his soul shrivel in terror of his own face. Without realizing, his mouth has expanded into their full width, a face of horror!

In a matter of minutes, the park is empty from all save from Roberto, who is now saying loudly: “Hahah! This is the greatest! Now the whole park is mine! GOOD!” But tears are coming out from his eyes like two rivers that will not stop. It is fortunate that Roberto is a merperson or else everyone will mock him for a crybaby. But in the water, tears are not visible. He spends time swimming around the park, wanting to show his great victory and fake happiness. He takes his time. He makes repetitive rounds to show off his territory, saying out loud as he turns about: “Roberto’s park! My park! Private area! Mine!”

Like this, he goes around and around many minutes until he feels a little tired. His eyes are bulging and sore because he has not stopped making twin rivers all this time. He feels terrible and sad. Quietly, he says to himself: “Though it is nice to have the entire park to myself, how good will it be if I can share this with a friend...” Suddenly, a voice surprises him. A child says: “Boy, the park sure is quiet today! Where is everyone?”

Fast, Roberto tries to hide himself into the nearest coral bush but he is a little clumsy and swims his face right into a cluster of pretty but coarse coral stones. He yelps in pain! “Ouch!” He freezes in panic, knowing the child must hear him yelling! Roberto prepares himself for the sound of screaming as the child sees him and will soon flee in terror at the sight of him! He can feel his heart shrinking into a tiny size that must be no bigger than the nail on his little finger...

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

Roberto stops breathing. Can he trust what he is hearing? A child is kindly questioning his health? Roberto thinks he must be hallucinating! He pinches his own cheek hard! It hurts!!!

“Oww!”

The child swims nearer.

“Don’t swim around there, Mister! The rocks are sharp and can hurt us. Come here!”

Roberto does not wait to be asked twice and swims immediately towards the courageous child. He was hiding his face until now so he does not notice before that the child has poor eyes but now he sees the child’s eyes. They are both clouded as if milk. He must be blind. Roberto feels sorry for the child at once and makes a sound of pity out of his mouth.

“Oh? My eyes?” the child says: “Yes, I can only see blurs. Some days, it makes me feel very sad!”

Roberto nods: “It must be hard!”

“What’s your name, Mister?”

“Roberto! What’s yours?”

“I’m Charlie. Why were you screaming before?”

Roberto forgets about his hurting face. He reaches a hand to touch it, there is a little blood. He winces: “I ran into the stones with my face...”

Charlie laughs: “Why did you do that for?” Roberto realizes how funny the image must be and laughs with Charlie: “Because I hate my face!”

“Why?”

Roberto feels his heart making pains. He is afraid to explain but the thought of lying to his new friend is unbearable to him. “I am a sarcastic fringe-head. Our faces are ugly.”

“What’s a sarcastic fringe-head?”

Roberto pauses. “Sarcastic is when people say the opposite of things for humor.”

Charlie does not understand and asks again: “Like what?”

“Like when you are having the worst day of your life and you say: “Boy, isn’t today the best day ever!””

“Ah-ha!” Charlie understands this: “So your face is sarcastic! That’s why the park is so empty today!” Roberto sighs: “I didn’t mean to drive people away...”

“I think your face is great!”

Roberto shakes his head furiously: “Impossible!”

“It’s true! I can only see blurs but Roberto’s face is a fiesta of colors! So beautiful! All the colors!”

Charlie smiles, his face honest and true. Roberto is suddenly crying again, very greatly sobbing. But this time the tears are warm and full with thankfulness. “Let’s play, Roberto! The park is ours! We can use all of the slides and all of the swings and we can run around like mad!” Roberto jumps at the invitation! Soon, the park is filled with the sounds of two happy friends.

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SPANISH VERSION/VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL

Al nacer, un niño no cuestiona su apariencia. Sólo la felicidad y la maravilla, que el mundo ofrece, calidez y aceptación, es un buen espacio para la inocencia.
En la pequeña aldea bajo el mar cerca de donde se une un río, vive Roberto, hay varias tribus diferentes que viven juntas en paz, lo cual es una rareza en estos días ya que hay muchas aldeas que a menudo son más infelices o desdichadas. La gente está agradecida por esta bendición. Sin embargo, Roberto no está agradecido!

“¡Cara de monstruo! ¡Aléjense, el monstruo está aquí!" Rápido, los jóvenes mercaderes se alejan cuando él emerge. Herido, su corazón se siente apretado y en su pecho siente una punzada de dolor. Simplemente está dando su nado diario entre los hermosos corales del parque local, pero su apariencia desencadena un caos en otros visitantes del pequeño parque.

"¡Rrrh!" Él está perdiendo palabras, lo único que puede producir es un sonido entre las letras del alfabeto. Su cerebro quiere decir: “¡Por ​​favor! ¡Solo soy yo!” y su corazón quiere decir:“ ¡No tengas miedo, no le hago daño a nadie!” y su alma quiere decir: “Ámame, ¿Alguien?" pero su cara dice: "¡Yo me como a los niños pequeños! ¡Soy peligroso y terrible!”

Su cerebro y su corazón y su alma se marchitan aterrorizados de su propia cara. Sin darse cuenta, su boca se ha expandido en todo su ancho, ¡una cara de horror!. En cuestión de minutos, el parque está vacío de todos, excepto de Roberto, que ahora dice en voz alta: "¡JAJAJA! ¡Esto es mucho mejor! ¡Ahora todo el parque es mío! ¡QUE BIEN! " Pero las lágrimas salen de sus ojos como dos ríos que no se detienen. Es una suerte que Roberto sea un tritón sino, todos se burlarían de él por darse el lujo de llorar. Pero en el agua, las lágrimas no son visibles.
Pasa el tiempo nadando alrededor del parque, queriendo mostrar su gran victoria y su falsa felicidad. Se toma su tiempo. Hace repetidas rondas para mostrar su territorio, diciendo en voz alta mientras gira: “¡El parque de Roberto! Mi parque ¡Área privada! ¡Mía!"

Continua así durante varios minutos hasta sentirse un poco cansado. Sus ojos están abultados y adoloridos porque no ha dejado de hacer ríos todo este tiempo. Se siente terrible y triste. En voz baja, se dice a sí mismo: "Aunque es bueno tener todo el parque para mí solo, ¿qué tan bueno sería si pudiese compartir esto con un amigo..." De repente, una voz lo sorprende.
Un niño dice: “¡Oh Zeus, el parque está tranquilo hoy! ¿Donde está todo el mundo?" Rápido, Roberto intenta esconderse en el arbusto de coral más cercano, pero es un poco torpe y choca su rostro en un grupo de piedras de coral bonitas pero gruesas. ¡Él grita de dolor!

"¡Ay!"

¡Se congela de pánico, sabiendo que el niño debe haberlo escuchado gritar! ¡Roberto se prepara para el sonido de gritos del niño cuando lo vea y huya aterrorizado al verlo! Puede sentir su corazón encogiéndose en un tamaño pequeño que no debe ser más grande que la uña de su dedo meñique...

"¿Estás bien? ¿Te lastimaste?”

Roberto deja de respirar. ¿Puede confiar en lo que está escuchando? ¿Un niño está cuestionando amablemente su salud? ¡Debe estar alucinando, se pellizca la mejilla con fuerza! ¡¡¡Duele!!!

“¡Oww!”

El niño nada más cerca. "¡No nade por ahí, señor! Las rocas son afiladas y nos pueden lastimar. ¡Venga acá!

Roberto no espera a que le pregunten dos veces y nada de inmediato hacia el niño valiente. Estaba escondiendo su rostro hasta ahora, por lo que no se da cuenta antes de que el niño tiene algo en la visión, pero ahora ve los ojos del niño. Ambos están empañados como si de leche se tratase. Él debe ser ciego. Roberto siente pena por el niño a la vez y hace un sonido de compasión por la boca.
"¿Oh? ¿Mis ojos? ” el niño dice: “Sí, solo puedo ver borrones. ¡Algunos días, me siento muy triste!”
Roberto asiente: "¡Debe ser difícil!"

"¿Cómo se llama, señor?"

"Roberto! ¿y tu?"

"Soy Charlie. ¿Por qué estabas gritando antes? ”

Roberto se olvida de su rostro herido. Alcanza una mano para tocarlo, hay un poco de sangre. Se estremece: "Me encontré con las piedras con la cara ..."Charlie se ríe: "¿Por qué hiciste eso?". Roberto se da cuenta de lo graciosa que debe ser la imagen y se ríe con Charlie: "¡Porque odio mi cara!"

"¿Por qué?"*

Roberto siente su corazón doler. Tiene miedo de explicarlo, pero la idea de mentirle a su nuevo amigo es insoportable para él. "Soy un fringehead sarcástico. Nuestros rostros son feos ".

"¿Qué es un fringehead sarcástico?"

Roberto hace una pausa. "Sarcástico es cuando la gente dice lo contrario de las cosas por humor".

Charlie no entiende y pregunta otra vez: "¿Como qué?"

"Al igual que cuando estás teniendo el peor día de tu vida y dices:" ¡Vaya, hoy no es el mejor día! ""

“¡Ah-ha!” Charlie entiende esto:“¡Así que tu cara es sarcástica! ¡Es por eso que el parque está tan vacío hoy!". Roberto suspira: "No era mi intención alejar a la gente ..."

"Creo que tu cara es genial!"

Roberto sacude la cabeza furiosamente: "¡Imposible!"

"¡Es verdad! ¡Solo puedo ver manchas, pero la cara de Roberto es una fiesta de colores! ¡Tan hermosa! ¡Todos los colores! ”Charlie sonríe, su rostro honesto y verdadero. Roberto vuelve a llorar de repente, a llorar mucho. Pero esta vez las lágrimas son cálidas y llenas de agradecimiento.

"¡A jugar, Roberto! El parque es nuestro! ¡Podemos usar todas las resbaladillas y todos los columpios y podemos correr como locos! ”Roberto salta ante la invitación! Pronto, el parque se llena con los sonidos de dos amigos felices.

If you wanted to see the predatory fish, I bring you the sarcastic fringehead, a very curious name for a curious creature, they live near the pacific coasts of North America, it seems to be a passive common fish, but, always that does not think to any other animal to pass through its lair or burrow, then, it will go out like an old grumbler to shout "Get out of my property!" hahaha.
These little creatures full of hate measure approximately 28 to 30cm in length, and as the University of Michigan expresses about them:
"As the name suggests, sarcastic fringeheads are extremely temperamental. They are fiercely territorial creatures that aggressively protect their homes from all intruders, regardless of their size. Most of the time, sarcastic fringeheads are at rest in their holes - only their heads stick out. However, at the first sign of danger, they will use to defend their huge mouths and teeth like needles. Initially, they emit only a warning made by the flexing and clicking of their jaws. If the intruder ignores the warning, they will use their fierce teeth to attack."
Besides, if a neighbor has food that he wants, he will use a fight of mouths to get it, not only is stingy but also wants to take food from others, this fish makes me laugh.

Aahhh I feel like I faint from fatigue, I was supposed to do something simple since I did not have to make him a tail, but for some reason it takes me about 6 more hours than the account.

Aahhh siento que me desmayo del cansancio, se supone que iba a hacer algo sencillo ya que no tenia que hacerle cola a este, pero por alguna razón tarde unas 6 horas mas de la cuenta.

I would love to have a scanner so you can see all the colors that the image encompasses, it frustrates me a little because I really care and put much effort, and, in the end it does not look like it should.

Me encantaría tener un escaner para que pudiesen ver todos los colores que abarca la imagen, me frustra un poco porque de verdad me esmero y al final no se aprecia como debería.

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