Last night Pablo wake up from a dark dark sleep.
He see small fire that fly in the air in his kneepit window.
He think it call to him so Pablo must follow the fire through the door.
The fly take Pablo through the jungle, just ahead his face, too far for his hand to touch.
After one hour maybe more the fly disappear into the ground. Everything is so dark again.
Pablo sit down and feel the floor so very soft with leaves and mucky dirt.
Suddenly Pablo feel very much like sleeping.
So Pablo begin to sleep and then he dream of the sea, the clear warm water that lick the toes, the funny fishes that swim up to Pablo and smile and do the fishy dancings. Pablo hear many people laugh, some small people some bigger ones, then he hear the voice of his Momma:
“Pablito, dear Pablito, you must wake up now. You must go back to your kneepit and harvest the potato for the summer fiesta. Many people will come Pablito and they will all be needing your potatoes to make them happy. Adios my dear bambinito!”
When Pablo wakes on the mucky floor it is light. He wakes up all wet where he has been crying for his mama. Pablo wash the mud from his eyes in the small pool of tears he has made. When he stand up he can see the potato field.
He know what he must do.
Pablo take off his shirt and start to dig and dig.
He dig for his momma and for all the friends he have now and for all the friend he will make new.
Pablo begin to smile and sing the song of plenty for make good the harvest this year.
"It will be a good fiesta", Pablo is thinkings, "many will come make fat their faces."
"I only wish mamma could come too."
Hello friends. My name is Pablo and I live in a small kneepit deep in the jungles of Chiapas. Here you I make the stories happy and sad and some other places inbetween. I hope you like! Welcome here in my kneepit!
- ▼ July (9)