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Thursday’s Tale: The Smiling Rabbit

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Painting by Laura Blaker

How about rabbit tales this month? With Easter on the 16th it seems like a good theme.

An old man and his wife lived in a little house made of straw. They were very poor and all they owned were a rabbit and a young jaguar. When the old couple used up their last ear of corn, they decided to eat the rabbit and started heating water to cook him. When he saw that, the jaguar told the rabbit the couple were going to eat it.

The rabbit replied that no, they were heating water to make hot chocolate. The jaguar disagreed at first, but eventually the rabbit convinced the jaguar to get into the rabbit’s cage and people would give him the first hot chocolate. Of course, when the jaguar went into the cage, the rabbit closed it and ran off. The rabbit is a trickster after all.

A long time went by and the jaguar tired of waiting for the old people to bring him his chocolate. When he realized that the rabbit had tricked him, he broke the cage and went after him. After walking and walking, he found the rabbit in a cave. He was very angry and he showed his teeth as he said, “I caught you, rabbit! I’m going to eat you.”

The rabbit of course said that he must have him confused with another. This rabbit insisted that he had lived in the cave for a long time. What’s more, he was very busy as his house was falling down. The jaguar apparently believed him and agree to lean against the wall to hold it until rabbit got a log to prop it up with.

The jaguar stood on his hind legs and held up the wall for a long time, but eventually the jaguar was tired. When he saw that the wall didn’t fall down, he realized that he had been tricked again. He took off after the deceitful rabbit, even angrier than before. This time he found him hanging from an elastic vine that made him go up and down. The rabbit was so happy thinking of how he had fooled the jaguar that he didn’t notice when the latter took a great leap, pulled on the vine with all his strength and then suddenly let go. The rabbit went up and up through the air holding his belly and laughing, and finally he reached the moon. That is why on nights when the moon is full and red you can still see the rabbit bending over holding his stomach with laughter.

I’m a little sad for the rabbit. I tend to like tricksters who manage to get the better of their stronger foes.

This is the first time I’ve read this tale. Next time we have a nice, full red moon, I’ll have to see if I can see the rabbit.

Thursday’s Tales is a weekly event here at Carol’s Notebook. Fairy tales, folktales, tall tales, even re-tellings, I love them all. Feel free to join in.

Thursday’s Tale: The Corn People

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The Corn People, illustraded by José Carlos and translated/edited by Kelly Carlos, is a mix of Aztec and Mayan mythology, and presents a lovely creation story. It’s available on Amazon. It’s a bilingual book, the Spanish on the top of each page, the English translation on the bottom, which I like, even though I can’t pronounce the Spanish at all.

In the beginning there was silence and Heart of Sky was very lonely, so he made planets to keep him company. Heart of Water was his favorite. He asked Heart of Water whatshe thought of their world and she asked that her oceans be opened, allowing land to rise. The land became mountains, valleys and hills covered with tall pines. Heart of Sky made fish, mammals, reptiles, and birds. Both Hearts were happy with so much company, but the creatures couldn’t praise them.

Heart of Sky, with Heart of Water, first created mud people and the wooden people, but neither would praise their makers and were destroyed.

A feathered serpent, Quetzalcoatl, came down from the sky and offered to help. He told the Hearts to bring light, heat and order to the world. in the meantime, Quetzalcoatl transformed into ant, dug deep underground and stole corn kernels from Mitlantecuhtli, the Rest Keeper. He brought the kernels back up and planted the seeds, with Heart of Water’s permission. The corn grew, black, red, yellow and white. Quetzalcoatl taught Heart of Water how to grind the corn, add water, and make a dough. The dough was given to heart of Sky who made it into the first people. These people, the Corn People, bowed and thanked their creators.

Quetzalcoatl promised to guide the people, teaching them how to sing, dance and give thanks. Heart of Sky was happy, but told the feathered serpent that the people must take care of his creation, otherwise they would be banished from Heart of Water.

The illustrations are bright and colorful and fit the story well.

I enjoy reading creation stories, so many have pieces in common. I like how the Hearts work together, and care about each other.

Thursday’s Tales is a weekly event here at Carol’s Notebook. Fairy tales, folktales, tall tales, even re-tellings, I love them all. Feel free to join in.

Thursday’s Tale: The Legend of Chocolate

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Today is World Chocolate Day! Or at least one of the Chocolate Days on the calendar. It’s a bit confusing, but any excuse to eat chocolate works for me. I don’t know if I’ve shared this story before or not. It’s about how chocolate came to the world.

Long ago, there lived a people called the Toltecas. They were related to the Aztecs. They were poor and hungry. Though they worked hard to find food, they didn’t know how to properly grow and cook it. As the gods looked down upon them, they wondered what to do. The god Quetzalcoatl decided to descend to the earth and teach the Toltecas about food. At first, the Toltecas were fearful. But, they began to see that this was no ordinary human. He seemed to have special powers. He had abilities that others could only dream about. They began to worship this superhuman.

Immediately, the Toltecas set to work building a palace in the middle of their city. The house was grandiose: it had pillars with human-like carvings, a grand staircase and the Toltecas used the best stone they could find.

Quetzalcoatl invited other gods to reign over the Toltecas, as well. Tlaloc was the god of rain, and also served as a creator of life. Xochiquetzal was the wife of Tlaloc. She was the goddess of happiness and love, and shared her knowledge of how to make pulque, a fermented drink from the maguey tree, with the Toltecas. All three were good gods. They helped teach the Toltecas how to farm and make nutritious, healthy food. They showed them how to be artists and to study the stars. They also showed the people how to use the calendar and to calculate the best times for seed plantings and harvests.

When the Toltecas had learned to be expert farmers, Quetzalcoatl wanted to give the people another gift: a cacao plant. He did not tell the people he had stolen this plant from his twin brother. Quetzalcoatl knew that his brother only wanted this plant for himself and the other gods. All the gods in heaven felt that the people were not deserving of the drink from this special plant. Quetzalcoatl did not feel this way. He swiped the tree when his brother wasn’t watching. It was so beautiful with its small green leaves growing from its low-hanging branches. Quetzalcoatl immediately planted the cacao in the earth. He asked Tlaloc to use his powers and send rain to the plant. Then he told Xochiquetzal to use her talents to adorn it with flowers. She picked beautiful, small red flowers that would complement the leaves.

Once the tree fruited, Quetzalcoatl gathered the little pods. The seeds remained inside. He showed the people how to toast the seeds in the pods and then use gourds, heavy with water, to smash them. At first, only the priests and nobles were allowed to consume the drink that resulted. It was very bitter. The people used the syrup from the buzzing bees to sweeten the flavor.

Eventually, Quetzalcoatl’s brother found out what he had done and the gods were angry. They  sought out Quetzalcoatl’s enemy, Texcatlipoca. While Quetzalcoatl was the god of light, Texcatlipoca was the god of darkness. Texcatlipoca decided to come to the earth disguised as a spider. He snuck into Quetzalcoatl’s palace unseen.

Quetzalcoatl had been tired and sad. He had a bad dream that the gods in heaven were going to take revenge on him. He also feared for the Toltecas, his people. What would the gods do to them? Right now, they were healthy and happy. Would they lose everything?

Texcatlipoca transformed himself into a merchant selling drinks of pulque. When Quetzalcoatl approached, he offered him some. As they toasted, Texcatlipoca told Quetzalcoatl, “May you forget your sorrows and live happily.” Not knowing the merchant was a trickster, Quetzalcoatl took the drink. He drank until he didn’t feel like himself. Quetzalcoatl began to sing and dance loudly. His speech was slurred and he acted very erratically. He danced and sang until he collapsed from exhaustion. The people watched in horror at this spectacle of their beloved Quetzalcoatl.

When Quetzalcoatl awakened, he felt ashamed of his behavior. He had let his people down. He had let himself down. The people were now enduring great hardships. Quetzalcoatl was so embarrassed by his actions and the ensuing devastation of his lands. He quickly gathered his things and ran toward the evening star.

It pained him greatly to see the beautiful cacao plants once so green and vibrant, now withered and dry. They wouldn’t produce any cacao seeds again! Quetzalcoatl continued on his journey. As he got to the western beaches, he looked back from whence he came.

He cast a sad smile on the land and scattered a few remaining seeds of cacao onto the landscape. He had managed to save a few in his pocket from before he drank the pulque. This would be his last gift to the people.

Now the cacao plant grows in tropical areas, and never in the mountains. This is because these were the last areas to see the footsteps of Quetzalcoatl, the one who insisted on bringing chocolate to the people.

If it wasn’t summer, I’d have a big mug of hot chocolate this evening. As is, I think the chocolate chips in my cupboard will make a nice treat later.

Thursday’s Tales is a weekly event here at Carol’s Notebook. Fairy tales, folktales, tall tales, even re-tellings, I love them all. Feel free to join in.

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