Thanksgiving: A Bird’s Perspective

 

Thanksgiving.

A time of gratitude and counting our blessings.

A time when November breezes anticipate December freezes.

A time when families and loved ones come together and share a meal.

A time of green bean casserole and pumpkin pie.

A time of turkey slaughter on a massive scale.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining. I am as guilty of enjoying Thanksgiving turkey as the next guy.

But for one tiny hummingbird, Thanksgiving was a time of terror.

Gilbert, the hummingbird,  heard that humans eat birds on this holiday.

He feared he could become a meal, a morsel for sure, but a meal nonetheless, for a boy who showed too much interest in Gilbert’s movements.

You’ve probably figured out that Gilbert the Dancing Hummingbird is not your typical Thanksgiving story.

As with many stories on FabulousFables.com, this story sprouted from a kernel of truth: a little boy’s love for a green-headed hummingbird.

David Madrid

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The Age of the Night Stalker

 

Growing up in bygone days, especially in the summertime, we were free and the outdoors held daily promise.

We greeted the world with our eyes wide open. We took nature in. We rolled in it, hid in it, fell in it, climbed it. We played, swam, biked, hiked.

We embraced life by going outside.

A mystery I’ve observed is that the more time you spend outdoors, the higher the probability that outdoor things will happen to you.

Things like acquiring a great horned owl in the dead of winter.

How many families can say they have owned one of these majestic creatures? A killer that stands almost 2 feet tall with a wing span of almost 4 1/2 feet. Not many families have had the privilege, I’m certain.

My family was blessed to have owned a great horned owl.

Keep in mind that when I say my family “owned” the owl, I am taking liberties with language, because can anyone really own a fierce predator? A killer of the night?

No. You cannot.

So I wrote the poem “The Great Horned Owl” to tell you my story of the full-grown night stalker and its relationship with my family.

When I was young, maybe 12 years old, the great horned owl lived in our shed. A shed my hound dog, a fearless canine, claimed as his own, until the arrival of the raptor.

So I share this story with you. It took place in another time, in an age of simplicity, innocence and minimal technology. In an age when we went outside. In an age when poems rhymed.

I hope you enjoy the “The Great Horned Owl”, a true story.

David Madrid

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The Dreamcatcher: The Backstory

Is magic real?

For the purposes of this story, “The Dreamcatcher, let us say that magic is real.

Let’s not talk about the magic performed by illusionists. Let’s talk about magic practiced by brujos.

A brujo, for those who don’t know, is a yerbero; many are of Mayan, Aztec or Native American descent. A yerbero is a sorcerer who learns the secrets of herbs and plants to create magic.

Generations of knowledge have been acquired and catalogued by these magicians. Knowledge gleaned before the days of technology deadened the spirit of the people. Knowledge carefully hidden from everyone but yerberos.

Brujo magic can protect you, cure disease, or cause disease.

There are brujos who immerse themselves in the dark arts. They are dangerous beings who harm and kill. They can take the shapes of predators and monsters.

For that reason, Brujos scare villagers. There is always that little house on the outskirts of towns that stretch from Mexico to the tip of Argentina where Brujos live. For the most part, residents avoid the magicians for fear of incurring their wrath and ending up under their spell or dead.

Villagers will approach a brujo if he is known to be a curandero, a healer. The curandero is a benevolent being.

An especially powerful brujo can brew a potion and spin an incantation whose effects overlap worlds. They force humans, who have no connection to the supernatural, to suddenly notice there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in their philosophies.

In the story “The Dreamcatcher“, two brothers have a grandfather named Balam, an ancient name of a Mayan supernatural being who guards cornfields and villages.

Grandfather Balam is a great brujo. Perhaps the best. He is a good man and uses his powers for the greater good. He travels the world and devotes his life to learning the secrets of the plants known to shamans and healers.

Most brujos live their lives never exhausting the knowledge held within the plants and cacti of the deserts of the Southwestern United States and Mexico and the flora of the jungles of Mexico and Central and South America.

Grandfather is different. He was a rambling man who devotes his life to learning. He has a place somewhere in Mexico, but nobody knows where. Mostly, he is on the road or crossing the oceans.

Balam loves his grandsons, who don’t know their grandfather is a brujo. But grandfather is mysterious and has told them fantastical stories from around the world that, when put into perspective, are stories only a brujo would tell.

Balam traverses dimensions and can move from our world to the dream world and back. Like I said, he is a powerful brujo, but he is also a benevolent warrior, a curandero.

Out of necessity, Balam visits the Ojibwe people, Native Americans who created the dreamcatcher. Grandfather learns the secrets of the spiderwebs, and then he uses his skills, learned from worldwide study combined with careful Ojibwe guidence, to build the ultimate dreamcatcher for his grandsons.

Find out why grandfather had to build “The Dreamcatcher“.

David Madrid

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The Night of the Goat Sucker

Consider the goat sucker, better known as el chupacabra.

What is this creature? Is it real? If so, why has nobody produced evidence? Where is a body? Where are the bones of the dead goat suckers?

Yet, there have been numerous sightings. The creature has been spotted in Puerto Rico, Mexico, South America, the Southwestern United States, and now, reports trickle in from around the world.

Some eye witnesses say the chupacabra has large oval blood-red eyes. Alien eyes. Which raises the question, is the chupacabra extraterrestrial?

Out on the streets, the word is that the loathsome little creature was born in a government lab somewhere inside Area 51, that fortress of extraterrestrial legend.

The origin of the goat sucker is a mystery my friends. But there is something about this creature that is not of this world, it with its sharp fangs, serpent’s forked tongue, greenish-gray hue, leathery hide and spikes on its back. Just weird.

Well, I’m here to tell you that the chupacabra exists.

How do I know? I am an eye witness. I am going to tell you my story of that chilling encounter. Since that night, which coincidentally, was Halloween, I have learned much about el chupacabra.

Some night you may come across a chupacabra. You will be frightened, and rightly so. The chupacabra is hideous to behold.

But the animal, if indeed it is an animal, probably will flee, because it is an elusive creature. It is a loner. Traditional chupacabras hide. They generally avoid people and even other chupacabras.

But what if, like people, chupacabras have complex personalities? Maybe their alien brains are more complex than ours, but we can’t recognize that because of our limited and puny human intelligence?

What if there was a chupacabra larger and stronger than all the others? What if that creature was a beast with a malevolent personality and a hankering for not just goat blood, but human child blood and flesh as well?

Well my friends, that would be one dangerous creature. A fierce and formidable fiend.

So I’m going to tell you my story of my encounter with this bloody creature, a most evil entity who wasn’t content to just suck goat blood, but rather, he enjoyed ripping his victims apart.

Read my story El Chupacabra” here.

David Madrid

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The Hunter’s Moon

The Hunter’s Moon will rise tomorrow.  A Hunter’s Moon is defined by the Old Farmer’s Almanac as the full moon following the Harvest Moon, which happens near the first day of fall.

But we know that all full moons are Werewolf moons. In that context, a Hunter’s Moon takes on a different meaning.

The Lonesome Werewolf is a story about a young werewolf whose greatest wish is to have friends. The story is one of several Halloween stories that FabulousFables.com will feature between now and Halloween. Enjoy.

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The Legend of the Chuckwalla

Wally Chuckwalla was the most popular lizard in the desert, and that was no accident.

He was well liked because he was a most beautiful reptile, and that was no accident either.

Wally had a secret that made him attractive, and therefore, beloved.

His secret?

He loved flowers more than anything else on this earth.

To read the legend of Wally and Chucky Chuckwalla, go to The Chuckwalla

David Madrid

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Return of the Sad Man

Hello friends of FabulousFables.com. It has been a while since I posted here. What’s up with that? you wonder. Did I have writer’s block? No. I don’t get writer’s block. I am filled with stories and poems that flow out my fingers when I touch my keyboard.

I apologize for my absence. Unfortunately, I had a tragedy in my life when my wife died a couple of years ago. In my grief, I just couldn’t write here.

Jacque Madrid, my late wife, was most responsible for this website. She loved the stories and encouraged me to share them. Without her there would be no FabulousFables.com. She named the website. She was my muse.

When a loved one dies, we grieve. My loss was immense. Immeasurable. It crushed my will to write. Especially here.

Eventually I had to embrace that pain of my loss. I had to allow myself the sadness. I let the gloom envelope me, and I wallowed in it when I felt I should. Then I returned to the light.

Allowing myself to hurt helps me heal. By healing, I don’t mean I forget Jacque. No, she lives forever in my heart and memory. The pain and sadness has not gone away.

But by accepting the loss, I grow. I am a better human being. You see, I learned love is the most powerful force in the universe.

Life dramatically changed for me in an instant. I learned how precious life is. I learned to show my loved ones that I appreciate them. Each day could be the last day we have them here on earth.

Why share this with you? Maybe it will help you if you are grieving. Maybe not. You must grieve in your own way, and don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t grieving correctly. I am merely sharing my experience with you and why I have been remiss in my responsibility to the website.

So in honor of that magnificent woman Jacque, I am back to fulfill her vision. I have come through the fire and am renewed. Enjoy The Chuckwalla, my latest story. I think Jacque would have loved Wally and Chucky Chuckwalla.

I hope you love them too.

David Madrid

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FabulousFables.com is going nonprofit

That’s right my faithful readers, FabulousFables.com has begun the process to become a literary nonprofit 501(c)(3) organization. It is our hope that this will help us to survive and to continue to offer you new and exciting fables, stories, poems and art.

We would like to add audio to the literature so that it can be used to help learn reading. Yes reading. We believe — some say incorrectly — that people still want to read. We offer original stories, and we also offer poetry, some original, some not. In addition to audio, we would like to get schools and children’s organizations involved in drawing and writing for the website.

This is all a long-held vision of David Madrid, creator of FabulousFables.com. We will keep you informed.

Truly yours,

David Madrid

The Dreamcatcher: Where nightmares go to hide

The Dreamcatcher is a short horror story about a Native American artifact with supernatural attributes. FabulousFables.com has taken art of the dreamcatcher from that story and has created a T-shirt and sweatshirt to sell in an effort to keep the website alive and free. Please consider buying a shirt and helping us out.

In addition, 25 percent of profit from each shirt goes to our favorite charity: Doctors Without Borders. When FabulousFables.com was created, the vision was having a website that not only promoted literacy, but a website that helped make the world a better place in other ways.

Please enjoy the stories on this website, and help us continue offering you these stories. Go to Teespring and purchase a shirt please.

Thank you

David Madrid