One spring in my Kneepit

One day we have some magic God lady come visit. Pablo I am happy, I say welcome to my kneepit, everybody welcome my kneepit!

God lady tell me some funny, magic story about some man like super man who make much wine and fish, walk in some water but who die cross, or something. (Me no undertand everything, she speak funny, you know?)

Anyway, next she say she want save her some Pablo, and we must get down on floor together, hold hand and say some word together. Now I say, OK lady, what you want, but first you must be needing some drink, must be hot in big dress.

So I give her drink some special Tequila from my kneepit, as is our custom. She drink and start go crazy, like she never drink tequila before. Me thinking maybe is because she hot hot hot in her black dress. So I ask her, look lady, maybe better you take off the black dress, drink some more, and then we can get down on knees together, like she want, no?

Next she get real mad and she jump up and down and up and down and up so much till she change into a bird and fly away into the sky like when the speckled eagle bird she catch the trumping squirrel monkey.

Everybody make big cheer, thinking she real magic lady come for Spring Fiesta, and we wait for she come back. But she never come. Nobody know why. Maybe she find bigger better fiesta do magic tricks, tell story somewhere.

Well, Pablo feel sad for lady. Maybe Pablos kneepit fiesta not so big, but we do best spicy potato fiesta fajita in Chiapas.

Come visit me again next time my friends!

Adios.