Hey
friends do you remember you the swamp, that swamp in which we have seen our
friends Cro Cro and Era Clea that are living with the midge Priscilla and all
the other animals?
Well
today I want to tell you the history of the mouse model Eufemia that if you come to the swamp you can find to the
left next to the first pond coming from the Mountains of Chocolate. It’s called
the Pond of the flowers of water because it is full of aquatic flowers (and of
frogs and tadpoles that take the bath).
Well if
you go there you can found to the edges of the water the mouse model Eufemia.
Eufemia
has been once a true queen of beauty, but today she has a certain age and to
survive has opened a newspaper kiosk or for better saying a stand where all the
animals can find their preferred newspapers. You have to know that since the
animals are an endless quantity, they are so many as that the Lord after having
created doesn't even remember them all the kinds, it’s not possible to write
newspapers in all the languages that they speak and therefore the newspapers
are only sheets full of printed images on big leaves of trees that grow in the
outskirtses here and there. And do you know what kind of imagine they
represent? Always those of the animals and little animals that have a good time
looking at their preferred preys. The only ones that don't love to read are the
fishes because they cannot go out of the water to take him their newspapers and
this for Eufemia it is a big loss.
Well we
don't wander and we return to Eufemia, but here she is in front of me let's make us tell from
herself its history.
-You want to know my
history.. Eh yes you are right, it is
indeed a big beautiful history.
You think that I
were born in one “ favela “ to the outskirts in Brasilia and there I have been
happy with my friends little mouses up to the six year-old age. I nibbled some
crust of cheese every evening or to the market at night I ate what stayed some
sales of the morning. I slept in a paper bag with a a half hull of walnut-tree as door and inside I had all of my
provisions: I could live for more than one month with what I was put inside.
One day unfortunately the masters of the house where I lived in the cellar
picked up a big white and black cat
with a big hunger in comparison with witch the hunger of all the mice of Latin America was
nothing.This way I was forced to run away with all of my family, relatives
and friends and I had to leave my house
and my store of foods!
It was
terrible to the beginning, but then the
misfortune turned it into fortune. In fact we strolled at night and we arrived
in center to the city of Brasilia. There the mice are evolved and they have a
way of life that we can’t imagine. Think that they live in underground
galleries with so much of rivers and the whole rest! My great fortune was that
I had been born beautiful, already all of our family really had this
characteristic, my dad and my mother
had been from young people two heart-braker and so also my brothers. I
was as to say very nice. I didn't have measures like super model but I had two
small and bright little eyes and when I toddled the mice looked me with certain eyes...
It was so
that I had called the attention of a mouse photographer that looked for a model
for a series of services on the summer fashion, customs from baths and evening
gowns.
I started
my young career and I came to earn pieces of cheese that would can satisfy an army of mice. It was to a party
that I knew Piedinho de oro, the
football championof the Brazilian mice national . There we fell in love and we created a
beautiful family: now our children are around
the world and all of them have had a splendid success..
Then the
years have passed and beauty you know it goes with them and so I have retired
here to live on the shore of the pond and I hold this stand of newspapers for
animals, but I am happy and I would not change my life with that of any other."
Hi
Eufemia and many thanks for the beautiful history that you have told us, I will
return soon to find you so you will still tell us the adventurous histories of
your life from the true mouse model Eufemia.