These Chronicles have been going on for the past year but only verbally to my children and it’s only now that I’ve finally begun to put them in writing…Since you haven’t been in the car when I tell my children about the giant of Cullera’s doings there’s lots of explaining to do but it will come.. it will come….
Chronicles of The Giant of Cullera “Toys”
Pedro Vidal had been a happy man till he came back to work after lunch. The tractor he had left by the building site where a new school was being built was no longer there. He looked on the other side of the building and he even asked the security guard at the entrance if he had seen anyone drive his tractor off. It was all in vane as the tractor was nowhere to be seen and what’s worse, no one could tell him what had happened to it as everyone seemed to have been deep asleep on pavements till a couple of hours earlier. Pedro Vidal went to the police station and demanded to see the Police Inspector. He had actually planned to see the mayor of Cullera first but somehow he got distracted and ended up at the police station instead.
The police inspector just laughed at him and told him to take it easy, that the tractor would be back before the day was over but Pedro Vidal wasn’t having any of it; he shouted, he screamed and even threatened to burn the police station down unless his tractor was returned to him. In the end, Pedro Vidal had to be arrested and the mayor had to be called for, as after all, Pedro was the Mayor’s brother.
The mayor of Cullera wasn’t happy to be disturbed and shouted at the police inspector over the phone that he had better things to do than calming his brother over his lost tractor as he had his own crane and digging machine missing from one of his construction sites. The Police Inspector, who had an incredible, well, a strange sense of humour, just laughed at the mayor and told him to relax too.
“Oh, no! don’t tell me it’s him again!” said the Mayor of Cullera.
“Yes, I think it might be.”
“I’ve had enough of him” cried the mayor over the phone.
“There’s nothing we can do except send a note to his mother.” Said the policeman calmly.
An hour later, Rabossa, Cullera’s mother, was reading a little note that had been pushed through what she called a letter box which was in fact a deep cave in the mountain of Cullera. She had to adjust her reading glasses to read the small writing and when she finished reading the note, she left her home in search of her son.
She found him by the beach, pushing a crane about in the sand with one hand and pushing a digging machine with the other. She was pleased to see that he had at least listened to her and not wandered off somewhere far but she was not happy at the sight of his toys.
“Now, Cullera, you’d better go and put them back where you found them. They’re not yours.”
Cullera, the little giant gathered his toys to him and started crying. Rabossa went to her son and gave him a cuddle. “You’ve got your own toys darling; these people need theirs so that they can build little things. You’re not going to make friends by stealing from the villagers, you know?”
Cullera gave a couple of sobs and got up with his two machines in his hands. “Alright, I’ll give them back.” He said as he turned in the direction of the village.
“Oh, and don’t forget this little tractor you’ve left in the sea.”
“That one doesn’t work anymore.”
“You take those two back and while you do that, I’ll fix this one. You can return it after tea.”
© 2008 Alexandra Riera
September 21st - 2008
By Alexandra Riera
© 2008 Alexandra Riera