Young Eztli is determined to get in touch with whatever is lurking beyond this world. What she doesn't know is that this dark path will lead her into wild dreams. She is not alone also her friends will come along her journey.Together, they must navi...
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In the serene tranquility of the early morning, Eztli and her friends arose with the sun, Peta decided to stay a little longer while her friends agree with her. That today would be a day filled with hard work and camaraderie. The air was crisp, carrying the scents of fresh earth and the promise of a new day on Peta's grandpa's rancho. As they gathered around, ready to lend their hands to the chores that awaited them, the golden light of dawn painted the landscape in hues of amber and rose.
Rono, sleeves rolled up and axe in hand, was already at it—cutting wood with sturdy precision. Each swing sent chips flying, his brows furrowed in concentration.
Konane, sipping on a cafecito from a chipped enamel mug, wandered over to Peta's grandpa, curiosity lighting up his face.
"Don, how come you don't have more workers around here?" he asked, his tone gentle but genuine.
The old man paused, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "Most people nowadays flock to the Presidencia, chasing the allure of easy money and big promises. They think they can outsmart people. Pero, la verdad? Most of 'em are lazy, and they flake out the moment real work shows up they don't like labor they just to work on buildings. "Some even venture to the cities in search of more opportunities. " he explained with a hint of resignation.
Konane tilted his head. "But surely some people would want this kind of life?"
"Oh, we offer jobs—good ones too, for anyone willing to sweat a little. But they think it's beneath them," the old man said, shrugging. "It's not glamorous, but it's honest."
As if on cue, he turned to count his goats. "Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco... yep, all here."
Then his eyes narrowed. "Wait... where's my turkey?"
His head whipped around. "¡Crisanto! ¿Has visto el guajolote?" Peta's grandpa realized that the turkey was nowhere to be found. With a furrowed brow, he scanned the expanse of the cornfield, his voice booming across the land. "Hey, Crisanto, have you seen the turkey?" Peta's grandpa continued to shout, his voice other side of the field. "Tell Sergio to do his job properly and take care of my livestock. He's probably sleeping somewhere while the turkey is running amok."
