Aventura II:  The Cold Germ

The day began for El Supergustoso as so many had before.  He had just done his pushups and situps.

He was just sitting down to eat a nice bowl of cornflakes (flacos de maiz)


and read the latest issue of Babbler

when he suddenly began to feel that something was not quite right.  Deep inside his nasal passages he felt the tiny evil that signals the onset of a cold.  Somewhere inside his respiratory system, a cold virus was trying to take hold.

Now El Supergustoso was not one to waste time.  He was a man of action.  Thinking quickly, he pulled from his pocket one of his nachos of fractal miniaturization.  This nacho allowed him to have a viral-sized duplicate of himself that he could live through for a limited time.  So, in effect, he was the size of the cold virus and could go face to face with the cold virus in his sinuses.  He would not let it gain a foothold so easily.  He found himself staring down a mean-looking strand of cold virus.  He pulled out some steel nachos from his pocket and let fly!  Nachos embedded in the cold virus, weakening it and soon it was dying.  But where there is one cold virus germ there are many more.  He grabbed the cold virus by a DNA strand and made it tell him where it came from.  Weakly it said, "From your front door knob."  He headed straight to the front door of his house and on his door knob he fought off the cold germs until his nacho of miniaturization had worn off. 

All he could do now was hope he had succeeded.  He sniffed curiously, feeling for signs of weakness in his sinuses.  Nothing out of the usual.  He had vanquished the evil cold virus!