Well, that post title does not excuse me: I promised a literary text to yesterday but for various reasons I put it on Monday ... I pray that if you if you know the title apologize. Here I leave my new story, which if I'm honest I have not checked, so I just hope that the quality at least no worse than in the past lol. Thank you very much, I hope you do consider:
The suit canine
pack has long formed a few dogs from each of the eight different islands in Africa had separated by the sea, linked by common history. These dogs decided to organize democracy by sharing the work equally according to their qualities: so few would be responsible for the hunt and collection of water, others in the education of the pups that were born in the herd, considered wise for the administration and distribution of wealth, coupled with the nature of the spirituality of the group and so let each of the decks basic needs of any society, to the extent that animals so abundantly enjoyed only the resources of their own nation that not only did not need leave to be happy, but in its eight islands discovered the secret of perpetual peace. For centuries passed the peaceful life of the dogs without anyone to bother, being praised by the philosophers of the southeast to the point that these were of the eight islands his eternal resting place.
One day, while quietly nursed pups from their mother's nipples and discussing some old dogs past the edge of the volcano, was a strange man by boat from the mainland, but not from the father's continent of origin but which was higher. The stranger reached the "Old? continent brutally penetrated sand beaches of the dog where he was welcomed, but not invited. I grunted a few dogs, the most they do not care and only a few, perhaps the most intelligent, came to him with his tail erect and sniffed their strange costumes, frightened by the smell to death in terror and fled deep into the mountains to warn their leaders. The stranger was still there, sitting on a chest in some flies hovering.
Night fell. The stranger watched from the mountain down a sickly dog, small, and walking vizco insecure that came so close to him he noticed the humidity in your OCIC.
"I'm Fernando," said the perrango giving the leg to its future.
"I Parco" said the human-.Vengo to offer a deal ... an improvement of life.
"Explain," said the smiling dog.
The stranger opened the chest and he emanated a fever so hard, that enter these through your nose and you're stuck in the middle of the throat, until the owner of the treasure wrinkled face and stepped back a few steps to escape the jediondez. Under the hood, had pieces of rotting flesh, so they already saw the green. Potential flies crawled over the walls of the trunk, even as they tried to flee the body pieces that were flooding the vessel. The blood from the cut up parts of some poor unfortunate animal, coagulated at the bottom of the cabinet.
"I've noticed that things are missing in your islands. You have peace of mind, games, rest ... but you are missing luxuries. You live in huts and eat trifles. There, "he said with a sign for the chest with his head I have what you need: a staple food, only worthy of Iberian wolves. And in my boat, where I have more trunks like this, I bring tools and materials that never have seen in these islands with that I will build homes for real. I just ask you in your accommodation costs and available resources of this archipelago ... just enough to live decently.
The tyke, she took a few moments, not its people as they thought that Fatir day the other dogs, but in the business.
- What should I do? "He asked .com mean, what win-win for me?
He smiled and looking to recite a script that had already thrown up in other parts of the world said: "Like every leader
have to sacrifice yourself for your convenience: you shall not eat the meat of the barrel, but the fed cattle in green pastures ... and not , live in homes that will provide your pack, but will live with me in my palazucho ... yes, as domestic dog. Every leader must make sacrifices, then smiled again looking directly into the dog's eyes, which smiled back and nodded, no one knew it until centuries later, the pact reached with putrefaction and then loss of a culture of an identity.
Fernando met in council with the pack and explained what happened to his people, the great deal that had come with the Hombo, with El Salvador, with the benefactor of the continent. All dogs were amazed, but one happens to be the largest of its generals, Toraman, which disappeared without a single bark and retreated to the jungle, yes, before rain had violated here, until his soul and forced him to leave.
Once the green light to foreign Diron this sent to come to more partners, who parked their boats in different beaches in the archipelago. The ship drew decayed wood for the time and the parasites, as well as hundreds chests loaded with meat and eggs fried green flies. The material brought from the continent gave it to the dogs to make their homes, while men were clearing the palm trees and oldest dragon to make their own homes. Some dogs have refused to use foreign raw materials, and that did not really understand why they should not continue to live in caves as they have done for centuries in which they were never wrong, but would not be surprised, when coming to the galleries where expected to find their old dwellings, they saw the strange urinating, defecating and spits on them ... also, when they went to visit the goro to present his indignation, where dogs nobles met to decide together saute the future of the pack, they found it full of pigs that the invaders had put there, forcing menseyes, guanartemes and other kings of the past to get out of its islands to the point of making them slaves in gray and cold countries, away from the sun, which had never heard of. Those dogs who wanted to return to their homes, seeing the gruesome scene is permeated with anger to the point of bursting eyes in the blood and flocked to the jungle with the idea of \u200b\u200bbiting his unwanted neighbors ... none imagined that the new race arrived on the continent would spit ball sticks metal capable of dismembering the body of a dog to the point beyond recognition. And it was. The vast majority died in the attack and those who survived were captured by the destroyers to extract members alive, skinned while still conscious, break their noses in tiny pieces, until at last beheaded to put their heads on pikes as a warning to the other dogs.
This was the first battle. This was the first defeat. The other dogs, seeing the fate of their companions, were impregnated this time of terror, to the extent that any protest when the men decided to reduce the ration of food daily taken out of the chests. There were glimpses of value, but low quality, since only achieved the greatest gesture of revolution would lead to Fernando complaints.
"I'm with legs tied," said Fernandito with your brand new diamond necklace from which came a belt made of leather dog killed, made a deal and the dogs are dogs of honor islanders.
When a hungry people leaving the study and when a people are ignorant is easy to convince, so the dogs, but cheated and betrayed, they could not compete with the roar of their stomachs were not allowed to have lights to answer the Fernando argument. Returned to the slums, trying not to rub too much with the bodies overcompensate by Guirres.
So the years passed, decades ... a fatalistic spirit blinded many dogs they thought deserved this fate by past sins, others flooded the idea more deadly in the world, empty of hope, which led them to assume that if hardship came from continent, salvation would come of it too ... sorry that this opinion will last until today, some pecos thought of the revolt, but were so few and felt so fatigued, that happened to be ideal and utopia utopia ideal discarded. Is for one thing or another, the islanders did not move a finger and was limited to look envious quality of life that existed on the continent ... and its invaders.
parturient bitches are ladeaban from one side to another, selling her vagina in return for a piece of rotten meat box (or was it vice versa?), No longer lehce nipples, so the puppies were dying soon a bit of starvation ... and no, devoured by their fellow died, shredded between the teeth of young dogs, not so much hunger, but by the fear of the future representing the puppies. The only breed of dogs that are fed properly and enjoyed a roof that was not made with pieces of shit and corpses were those following the example of Fernando decided to become domestic dogs and take their life imprisoned in the palace, I think eating-made decades Baifo forgot the taste of freshly baked hot-and sleeping at the foot of their foreign masters. The worst thing is that over time these dogs ended up intersecting with humans, forming a strange hybrid race, with little awareness of their identity and to let themselves be too send at Continental.
One day, the first domestic dog that had the islands, down from the palace. The first thing you noticed the pack is that something had changed in its mode of expression.
"I bring a message from the masters, began," .Tenéis hungry, you spend cold, you are killing each other like zombies ... Men have decididio give it a try and you can live in the palace with us with a single premise: you must bend your knees to four Parco, the lord of the islands.
The outrage was growing: both grew up, that Toraman, who had lain dormant, waiting in the desert, the jungle for many years that was decimated by the ambition of the men left his exile particular along seven dogs whom the people presumed dead, next to the old general were eight, one from each island, and rushed against Fernando. The noise of the teeth against the flesh and bones of the traitor was at once grand and disgusting. The dogs of the palace and left the scene saw in disorder to help his boss ... to see it, the few Indians who were still standing, those who hunger, disease and apathy is not brewed too, formed motor vehicle crash to attack their former brothers, domestic dogs, what a pity that this coalition was formed to fight against men. Canes from both sides ended up bloodied, broken and dead, while the real murderers had lunch at the various dining rooms of the castle. The only dogs that were alive were the few puppies and puppies that too feeble to run, they were in their beds. The worst thing is that over time these puppies grow and instead of fornication among them, eventually intersecting with humans, forming a strange hybrid race, with little consciousness of its past, with much ignorance of his identity and left too prone to send across the continent. Today almost all the islanders eat well, have good homes, enjoy good health and to forget the quarrels of the Pasdaran to humans, but unfortunately there still, looking beyond the sea, hoping that someone from outside to save them of themselves ... why not find happiness in their archipelago? The old, the pre-conquest, so they did.
This story comforting to know that in a square, one of the many that There, in one of the many island capitals, statues of eight dogs are placed in front of the cathedral just Toraman memory and his seven warriors ... what is that why are these eight dogs and not others? Because when I came very close to their noses, I slip the tears of shame.
NOTE: first in terms of spelling issues. Mencey word (and by extension menceys), as I write now is supposed to "c" instead of "s", ie is not "mensey / menseyes" as I wrote in the text, and as I write from now when the need arises I use that word, like "jediondo / jediondez", etc., would be "smelly / stinking" ... but In the first case I refuse to write with "c", it is an Aboriginal word for the island of Tenerife, whose language, like the rest of the islands, had no script, so to give a graphical-written as will in the English Canary Islands with the features, ie the lisp, I see more sense to write mensey that mencey ... and in the case of jediondo and its derivatives, I can assure you that in almost 24 years living in the islands have never heard a canary just say "foul", so I conclude that in our archipelago is as it should be written (I'll explain later because then I write "head, fox ...", instead of" cabesa , Sorro ...". And in terms of content, my intention with this text is far from offending other English territories, other than the Canaries, because apart from that though few, they are very good relationships I have with certain people in the peninsula and Melilla, on today unfortunately do not know anyone in Ceuta Balearics my intention is to show the text to the canaries that can not be continually waiting for "rescue us" because, apart from that there is why to be rescued from our islands, if we want to improve, then obviously there is much room for improvement in this land, as in all-we must first know our history to avoid repeating mistakes, aside join Peak and stupid wars between islands and, above all, we must stop waiting and start acting. A greeting.
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