Lucas is nine years old and El Pira is eight, thought he seems older, like all dogs. In the immensity of the countryside, in the darkest of nights, they wait. A flapping of wings from afar, that small colored ball, one loose tooth, the bicycle's chain, Astro's rocket launching, the light of the steam in the pool, Bela's gaze, the juice, and the cookies. In the horizon, the first lights. Lucas switches off the flashlight they were playing with and gets ready. Sometimes a scary story can also be a...