Pablo make many friend on his journey to find his Mama. Like the shy singing monkey who follow me a long time from Palenque through the jungles of Chiapas.
I never see him, but I know he there because I hear him singing from the tree tops just above my head. When I look and call out for him he hide away. Maybe he shy monkey? I dunno. Pablo not mind, am just happy to know I am not alone.
One time I am tired and sad. I was stuck, cleaning my underpants by the magic lake in the mountains, eating some nanbannas, wondering how I can get across the other side. This is when I hear him start singing some very sad song, the kind that make your eye tickle and your ribs ache with longing for some warm arm huggings.
I cry for some long long time, and finally, when I run out of eye water I see my hat has gone. Just when I think I may cry some more, I see my hat peeking out a small wood boat behind where the tree the monkey was singing from before. A boat!
Pablo very happy! Now Pablo can get across the lake!
But what about my friend the monkey? He help Pablo with his singing and his magic, what can I give him to make him happy?
Pablo know what to do. I take out the freshest avocadoes and nanbanas, and the chica from the Lacandon Indians, and make for him a beautiful salad. I move away so I cannot see and sing to him one of my fiesta songs for that he can eat and make happy.
When I finish my singing I see that all the food has gone. Happy, I get ready for the boat.
But wait, where are Pablo’s underpants?
“The cheeky monkey he take my underpants”, I am thinking and laughing, as I get into the boat. I laugh for a good long time, which give me strength to go fast across the waves.
It is only when I am nearly the other side do I stop laughing long enough to hear the silence, and that I realise that my friend he has gone, and I am alone again.
Without my underpants.
Remember friends – take good care your underwears, or maybe the cheeky monkey will take them.
And you will lose a good friend.
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!