The Flying Princess II
 
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Hi my dear friends, how are you?  I'm fine, doing well at school and getting bigger. It seems as if I grow up a little bit every night.

          I love singing and dancing. In the afternoons, after doing homework, I place my dolls and my two stuff animals, the white bear and the puppy, over my bed. I turn on the radio and I start singing and dancing like a famous star.  You ought to see me!  I do it fairly well, I think, although my brother does not agree. He screams from his room: turn down the volume!  I turn it down just a little bit, almost nothing, and poor Eric has to hear the entire concert. 

          It seems as if my little bird, Rosalin, enjoys the act and sings a little bit.  When my fish, Fishie, hears me, she moves rapidly in the water, I think she dances along.

          Today, after singing and dancing, I will ride my bike with my mom, she walks. We both love strolling around the streets of our neighborhood, specially when the sun is setting down and the sky turns in beautiful warm colors.

          I must tell you, my friends, I am romantic and a dreamer. My mom says I have a lot of imagination. My dad says I am as smart as he is.

          In today's geography class we learned about the ruins of Machu Picchu, in Peru, and also about the Angel Falls, in Venezuela.

          Tonight, after my parents and my brother fall asleep, I will escape with Rosalin to those two beautiful places.  Do you want to join us?  Let's just wait a little bit, soon we will leave ...

-Children, time flew, it's night already, time for our adventure!  Look at all the stars in the sky!  It looks like an explosion of sparkling  lights.  It's a perfect night for traveling.   Be ready, it will be an unforgetable experience ...

          From the roof of her house, Angelica takes out the little bird from her pyjama pocket, says the magic words and Rosalin becomes one hundred times bigger.

-Rosalin!  You are so beautiful! -Angelica sighs contemplating her gorgeous bird, the biggest bird in the entire world.

-Yahoo!  -shouts the girl taking off, looking from high above how small her house becomes, the city rapidly disappearing through the clouds.

          A star sneezes because of the pink feathers Rosalin leaves as a trail, Angelica laughs.   

-The stars play with each other to see which one shines the most, look at that one, do you see it Rosalin?  That's the brightest one ...!

-Yes, I see it ...

-Rosalin!!! -Angelica almost fell down by the surprise of hearing her bird's voice.

-Please, don't be scared Angelica!  For a few seconds you let go of me, you could have fallen!

-But Rosalín!  You are talking ...!  Birds don't talk ...!

-But I do, my dear Flying Princess, hold on tight.  Don't you see that everything is magical? 

-How so Rosalín ...? 

-The magic words that make me bigger, being able to travel the world in one night, it's all magic!  For a few hours fantasy becomes reality -explained the beautiful bird in a calm voice.

-I just cannot believe that I'm talking to you, my dear Rosalin ... -In the midst of the high flight, Angelica tenderly hugged the bird.  -I love you so much ... -she told the bird.

-And I love you, Angélica.  I always wanted to talk to you, and now I can, while our adventures in altitude last. 

-Does that mean that when we return from our adventures and you become your usual size you won't be able to talk to me ...? -she asked with sadness.

-That is so, my dear princess of all the skies and the oceans of the world.  But let's not think about that now, let's enjoy our trip.  Look!  We have arrived at Machu Picchu.

-Yahoo!!!  Did you know Rosalín, in the language of the Peruvian indians Machu Picchu means old summit?

-Oh really?  What is amazing is that nobody knows exactly when the city was built, isn't that something ... ?  

-It must have been a great empire.

-Certainly, look at the walls, the temples, the terraces, the towers, the fountains!  The Incas were an advanced civilization.

-It is a huge city Rosalín!  So beautiful and magic ...-Angélica sighs in enchantment.  -How I wish that mom could be here ... I know she would love this place ...

-For many centuries Machu Picchu was lost in the jungle until finally a young American professor discovered it in the year 1911.

-How do you know so much Rosalín? -Angélica asked wondering.

-Let's say that the stars taught me a few things ...

-You are wise! -Angélica gave the bird a kiss in the feathery and soft red head.

Rosalín was as happy as ever.

-How could the Incas have moved these huge stones that became the city? -she asked in admiration.

-That's another mistery.  Machu Picchu lies at 3,280 feet above see level, there are no stones anywhere around here, only jungle.

-I only know that Machu Picchu is one of the most beautiful places on this planet!

-I agree my little Princess, but now we must continue our expedition to Venezuela, where the tallest waterfall in the world awaits us ...

          Angélica said goodbye to the lost city of the Incas taking a small stone that she placed in her pocket. 

-Rosalín ...

-Yes Angélica.

-Do you believe happiness is contagious?

-Of course.  Why do you ask?

-Because I want to make all the children of the world happy.     

-You know what to do then ... -said Rosalín.

          Angélica laughed happily, her laugh sounded as a giant, noisy and happy rattle.

-I'm happy! -with her arms open, her eyes closed, feeling the wind in her face, Angélica shouted to the children of the world to share with them her happiness. 

-I am a planet filled with happy children!  My wish is for all of us to travel together one day ...

          The wind carried and spread her hapiness all over the world.

-Look Rosalín!  The Angel Falls! 

-Indeed!  It is magnificent!  Take a look at the tepuyes, they are so impressive!  They are flat mountains that end in huge vertical walls.  From the Auyantepuy, the biggest tepuy,  the Angel Falls were born, with its almost 3,280 feet of free fall! 

          Angélica sighted in disbelief, she couldn't believe her eyes. 

-Angel Falls was named after a young american aviator, Jimmy Falls,  who discovered this natural wonder in 1937.  The indians of the area knew the falls already, they called it Churún Merú.

-Rosalín, you know so much ... -Angélica said.

-I am going to give you a present.

-Me?

-Yes!  You ... Hang on tight!  -ordered Rosalín and the bird flew so close to the falls that they both got all wet.

-Rosalín!  What a beautiful trip!  The Angel Falls are so grand!  Did you see all the rainbows?
-And that's not all my Flying Princess, look at what you have in your pocket, along with your stone from Peru.

          A few tears dropped from Angelica's eyes, she was so touched at finding in her pocket a miniature rainbow that originated in the falls,  all the different colors shining beautifully.

-I remember what you mentioned in our first flight Angelica, when you said that if you could ever have a collection of anything it would be of rainbows.

-Rosalín! -Angélica hugged the bird with her heart.  -It is so beautiful!  Thank you!

-Now you have a little stone from Machu Picchu and a miniature rainbow from the Angel Falls.  Each time we go somewhere we will bring a souvenir back from that part of the world for you to cherish for ever.   The sun is rising from the east, we must return home.

-Yes, I know Rosalín, it has been a magical night.

          Rosalín flyes slowly and silently, soon they have reached their destination.  Over the roof of her house, Angélica tells the bird the magic words and Rosalin becomes one hundred times smaller.  Carefully, the girl puts the little bird in her pyjama pocket and steps down the ladder of flowers her mom planted to decorate her childhood.  In her bedroom Angélica places Rosalín in her cage, leaves the door open as she knows the bird won't escape and she lays on her bed closing her eyes with a smile, falling asleep with her miniature rainbow in one hand and the little stone in the other one


 

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