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Margarita LVIII

Contributed by ramfire on Wednesday, 14th January 2004 @ 06:20:43 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Don Jose Sor now arbitrates but fails
to pacify, then Diego gives joke.
Example shows of Segundo's tall tales.
In minds, amusing story laughter woke.

"Well, yes gentlemen," Don Jose arbitrated. "Whaling and bullfighting are alike
in several ways, pitting man against beast, albeit with different purpose. I enjoy
watching bullfights but know that half of the world's lights are fueled by whale oil."
Diego Silva spoke. " I've seen wonderful bull fights in the plaza, Excellency. It's
good way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Cock fighting's good too. I once won thirty
‘pesetas' on a white bird named ‘Blanco Malo'" "What did you do with so much money,"
Dona Rose asked with astonishment. "I bought silver for Bravo." "Nothing on self?"
"Well, maybe just a little for bullets." Huerra smiled, giving explanation. "Segundo
shoots rattlesnakes, senora. We occasionally see them at Oro." Explanation was given,
but Huerra's eyes and mind were fixed on Margarita; soul ached with desire. It didn't
matter what she wanted, he'd have her. Dona Rose spoke to the skinny man with the
big mustachio. " Is it true, Senor Silva, one can tell a snake's age by the number of
rattles it has?" "Some believe that, senora. I think it's all guess. Biggest snake I ever
killed had only six rattles. It was so old it couldn't see." " How big was it, Senor Silva?"
" It was ------- ah----------it was seven feet long. It was the biggest snake I'd ever seen
without the use of tequila."

Copyright Â© ramfire ... [ 2004-01-14 18:20:43]
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Re: Margarita LVIII (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Wednesday, 14th January 2004 @ 07:35:18 PM AEST
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Laughingggggggg! Wonderful write. I sure liked this one alot and it was terrific! Really was.

Kie

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