Pablo’s summer fiesta

The potato harvest was a good one. Juanita made tortillas and Pablo had everyone eating his most favourite fry potato in bread with peacante green salsa. To help with the eatings they have guannybanny juice which some try mixing with the tequila making them howl with the monkeys.

Now there is much dancing. Pablo must sit and watch them spin around and around the big fire moving to the sound of the forest tree and the big wind. The cheeky yellow monkeys have come too, to feast on the many nanbannas and to whip the asses of the slow dancers make them go faster and faster.

Pablo keep serving drinks and potatoes, chatting with his new friends, and the old ones. But also he keep on watching, looking into the black forest for some sign from his momma.

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Just when the fire is at its strongest, Pablo sees them coming. They come buzzing from the north, one hundred or more fireflies light up the skies so fast they make dizzy and scared the guests who all run to hide in each others kneepits. They see the flies come down and make the party. They eat all the potato and green mush that was left, drink all the guannyganny cocktails and then they fly away as quick as they were coming back to the northern hills.



Pablo sees that the people have gone quiet and scared so to make better he sing the song of the rabbits hairy forest – the one his momma teach him when he was a bambino – and soon everyone begin to make happy once more, with dancings and laughings and fightings and howlings like all good parties they must have.

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Many hours later the sun come to tell everyone the fiesta must finish for one more year. Pablo say goodbye to all his old friends, all his new ones and to the cheeky monkeys and capybaras who came to enjoy the fun too.

Pablo is so very tired, but now how can he sleep? Now he has a big big problem.

Pablo must decide.

Should he take a big voyage of discovery - follow the fireflies north over the secret mountains and past the dangerous gringo army camps to the seaside, for surely that is where his momma must be?

Or should he stay in his kneepit with all his friends, keeping the crops safe from the evil rank tatty scabs?

Pablo knows his momma said to him he must always follow his heart – but what to do when your heart is broken in different pieces?

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Come back soon to find out what Pablo decide!

Adios my amigos!