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Salvador; Jan, 24th .2006
Uncle Simon was a tailor that told folk tales. He liked to tell them stories very much, maybe, because his life had been very adventurous. When he was younger, he had been a painter and made friends with Pablo Picasso, Joan Miró, Tristian Tzara and Salvador Dali. Afterwards, he fought with the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War and with the French Partisans in the World War II. He ended up being imprisoned by the Nazis in the same concentration camp Jean Paul Sartre escaped from. After the wars finished, he lived in a Benedictine Monastery in West Germany, where he read some interesting books of History, philosophy and Arts in the library and learned his job. Because he was accused of being a communist, he was exiled. Then he went to the Isle of Man, where he has been living so far.
Every afternoon, Uncle Simon was visited by his young friends Anthony, Barbara, Charles, Christian, Edison and Richard. The “Six Fabs” – as Simon used to call then – went to his workshop to shoot the breeze a lot until the night came on. Sometimes, they helped the tailor; buying a thrade rolls or handing out clothes at the counter. At twilight, the tailor ended his work and began to tell his amazing stories. They were stories of Asian kings, Greek monsters, Muslin sailors, Africans sirens and Russian fairies; or, he told Jewish legends, Hindi fables or Chinese short stories. The Six Fabs’ favorite story was “The Fable of the Angry Lion”. Let the Uncle Simon tell us the story.
“— Once upon time there was a Lion. He was the jungle’s king and all the animals respected him. The Lion was a violent but fair ruler. However, one day, he woke up angry because he had a lot of nightmares at night. All the animals were scared and go together at clearing. Who could calm down the King? Then, the Camel remembered that his king liked to hear amazing fables and legends. “Who is courageous enough to tell an excellent story to ours king?” asked the Elephant. A dreading silence involved the meeting, until the Fox shoulded proudly: “I know three hundred amazing fables, legends and fairytales of world wide. I believe that our king is going to love one of then”. All the animals were satisfied with the fox’s confidence and they walked to the King Lion’s Den. In the middle of journey, the Fox stopped frightened. “Dear friends! Unfortunately I forgot a hundred of my fables”. “No problem” said the Raven “One of two hundred fairytales and legends left may appease the angry lion”. The animals continued the journey. The Fox was a little worried. Well, a quarter of a league up the King Lion’s Den, the Fox stopped again the committee and said, bursting into tears: “My, oh my. I forgot another a hundred of my legends. I can only remember my fairytales”. “No problems, valiant Fox”, the Raven consoled hers “You still have a hundred of fairytales that may make our king happy”. The Fox continued the journey. He was very sad and scared. When the animals arrived at the King Lion’s Den, the Fox fainted. Preoccupied, the animals awaked the Fox. When he woke up two hours later he told that he had forgotten the last hundred stories that he still remembered. The Lion was too impatient and the rest of animals did not know the solution for the question, until the Jackal said to the Camel: “You know that I am not as so smart as the Fox. But, I heard a little story when I was a cub. I could tell it to ours king, the Lion”. All the animals agreed on the new plan, though they were skeptical about that the Jackal could be a new impostor like the Fox. The Jackal went into the Den. Again a new dreadful silent involved the Jungle. After half an hour, the Jackal returned to the animals, with the Lion. The Jackal was wearing the medal of the Premier. “What story would the Jackal have told the Lion that made him became the second most important ruler of the Jungle?” The Camel asked to new Premier. “Dear friend” said the Jackal “I only told the Lion the Fox’s trick. The Lion laughed loudly and gave me a wise advice: ‘Only in Danger you can separate Courageous men from the Impostors’”.
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