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The Strange Story Continues

Last week we left Juan Jaime Domenech and his father with a trail that had vanished, leiving them in unchartered territory. Juan Jaime continues his story:

Our measurement stops were now every hour. At each stop my father set up his equipment and took readings from the four points of the compass. Temperature was checked and altitude calculated. He made notes of the type of country through which we passed and the plant and animal life we could see. At night when we made camp he would write up all the notes in his big survey journal, while the Indians prepared the meal.

We were into our third week of the survey when one of the Indians came to see my father. He asked him a simple, direct question: “Señor, where are you leading us?”

When my father indicated the way ahead, still due south toward the rising mountains, the Indian became quite agitated. “‘Señor,” he said, “we are employed to follow you and work for you. To do as you wish of us. But we would prefer it if you would turn aside from this route you show us. If you do not, I fear many Indians will leave and return to their homes.”

Father was surprised at this. It was totally against the Indians’ nature to threaten mutiny. “Why is that?” he asked.

“Señor Domenech, this route we follow will take us to the sacred Valley of Quetzalcóatl. To approach the valley is to invoke the wrath of the great white god.”

My father did not laugh. Quetzalcóatl was a god of the Mexican Indians who reigned during the Golden Age before the Aztecs. He had disappeared, leaving a promise to return. When Hernando Cortez and his 600 Spaniards appeared in 1518, they were welcomed as the return of Quetzalcóatl. Father knew that fear and respect for the god was bred deep in the Indians, and that they would do nothing to risk his anger.

“I understand,” he said. “My son and I will continue this part of the survey alone. You will all wait here for our return. I shall return within 14 days and then survey the area to the west of here.”

The Indian was pleased at father’s decision. Next morning they prepared our rations and stood and watched as we headed south.

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Love is in the air – times seven

Dear Mum and Dad

I think I am in love. 

Trouble is – so are the other six guys. Grumpy has lost his ‘grumps’; Sleepy gets up an hour earlier; Doc has reduced Sneezy’s problem; Bashful is prepared to talk and me – well I’m just HAPPY.  That just leaves Dopey – and we are all envious of him because Janine thinks he is ‘sweet’!

Janine is a treasure.  She’s pretty good looking as well!

You would not believe the change she has made in all our lives.  Now the place is always spotless.  All of us are now perfectly house trained.  We take turns in the chores to help Janine.  She only has to mention that something needs doing and we all fight to see who does it.

The only drawback is that we are all putting on weight!

She makes us all have breakfast before we go out and has a super three-course meal waiting for us when we get home.

Honestly – the day we all agreed she should stay rent free, in exchange for her cooking and cleaning, was the best day’s work we have all done in a long time.

Hope to see you soon

Albert

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs – 2016 style

In the year 1812 the Brothers Grimm published the first edition of their collection ‘Grimms’ Fairy Tales’ .  In it, among others, was the story of Snow White.

This story is based on that classic of times gone by.

At the beginning of that story, a humble queen sits sewing at an open window during a winter snowfall when she pricks her finger with her needle, causing three drops of red blood to drip onto the freshly fallen white snow on the black windowsill.

Then, she says to herself: “How I wish that I had a daughter that had skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony.” Sometime later, the Good Queen gives birth to a baby daughter whom she names Snow White.  Unfortunately the Queen dies shortly after.

A year later, Snow White’s father, the King, takes a second wife, who is very beautiful, but a wicked and vain woman. The new queen, Snow White’s evil stepmother, possesses a Magic Mirror, which she asks every morning:

“mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”

The mirror always answers: “My Queen, you are the fairest one of all.”

The Queen is always pleased with that, because the magic mirror never lies. But as Snow White grows up, she becomes more beautiful each day and even more beautiful than the Queen, and when the Queen asks her mirror, it says;

“My Queen, you are the fairest here so true. But Snow White is a thousand times more beautiful than you.”

As if by magic, there have been some changes over the years: this one is mine.