01x35 - ¡Viva Wishbone!

[bunniefuu]

What's the story, Wishbone?What's

this you're dreaming of?Such a

big imagination on

such a little bug?

What's the story, Wishbone?Do you

think it's worth the look?It

kind of seems familiar, like a

story from a book.

Shake a leg now, Wishbone. Let's

wag another tail

Sniffing on adventure With

Wishbone on the trail Come on,

Wishbone

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story, Wishbone?

What's the story in Wishbone?

Bienvenida, Senora Julia.

Welcome back, Senora Julia. Isn't that

what I said?I'm glad she's going to be

here on Sunday. This will be a great

Mother's Day. Absolutamente. Oh, what are

you getting, Mom?Something really nice.

Come on.

Como esta

uste?

Estoy muy bien, gracias.

Wanda, Senora Julia does speak English.

You know that. Well, of course I do,

Ellen. I just think we should take this

opportunity to practice our Spanish. Oh,

that's what you've been speaking. Joe, is

Senora Julia related to you?

Practically. Senora Julia lived

nearby when Joe was born, and then she

helped me out a lot when he was a baby.

And when my dad died, she came back and

stayed with us for a while. She's always

been a very important part of our home.

She knew me before I could talk. Is she

from Spain?No, Sam. She's from Mexico.

Ooh, I love Mexican food. I can't wait

for you to meet her. She's really a great

woman. Um,

actually, Wanda, you just called Senora

Julia a large woman.

Whew. Saved by the bell. Senora

Julia!

Oh, child. I am so

happy to see you. Senor

Julia. You're so beautiful.

Senora Julia. Senora

Wanda. Como esta?Senora Wanda.

Muy bien. Gracias. And

your Spanish is

perfecto. Senora Julia. Senora Julia.

Remember me?Come

in, come in. Yeah, thank

you, thank you. How was your trip?Oh, it

was fine. I'm a little tired. Guapo, in

case you didn't know, means good-looking.

I love her. Senora Julia,

these are my friends, David and Sam.

It's very nice to meet you. Did you

come all the way from Mexico?No, dear. I

drove in from Springfield. But I visit my

family in Mexico every year.

Joe, before I forget, I brought something

for you about Mexico. Come, Miko, I'll

show you.

Let me see. Let me see. Is it enchiladas?

Oh, I know. Tamales. Hope you

remember the hot sauce.

Oh, legends of

Mexico. The legends of Mexico. Very

good, Joe. It's my Mother's Day present

to you. After all, it's your birth that

makes Mother's Day possible, ehThanks,

Senora Julia. Enjoy. I

know you learn a lot. Mexico,

Mexico, Mexico. I happen

to know there's more to Mexico than great

food in Spanish class. Vamos a ver!

Mexico is an exciting and ancient country

in North America. It's just south of the

United States.

The story of Mexico begins at a cave.

The first Mexicans were called Chichimex.

They emerged from the earth's womb and

they worshipped the sun. Chichimex means

dog people. One tribe of

Chichimex called themselves Aztecs. The

Aztecs trekked for more than 200 years in

search of a home. They were guided by the

God of w*r, who spoke to their priest.

The Aztec people were survivors. With

nowhere else to go, they arrived at the

shore of a lake in the valley of Mexico.

Their priest waited for a special sign

from the God of w*r. There, at the

water's edge, the priest beheld the sign

for which he had waited.

Atop a prickly pear cactus, an eagle

screamed and devoured a serpent,

spreading its wings to the sun. The

Aztecs had found their home and Mexico

was born.

That picture was taken right after Steve

and I bought this house. Yes, I I

remember. What's

this?Oh, that's a

little gift from Michael. Uh, was

Michael an admirer?No,

noMichael Dunn is a very nice young man

who works at the library, and I've been

helping him with his college

applications. Michael lost his mother

recently, and Ellen's become sort of a

second mom to him. Well, it's

beautiful and very expensive.

Yeah, I guess it is pretty nice. Well,

he's just a great kid. You'll get to meet

him Sunday. I've asked him to join us.

Well, that looks nice. Oh.

Ellen, the casserole. Oh, that's right.

Excuse us. What a

sweet boy. Yeah.

I've got something to show you tomorrow.

Vamos a Almorzar. Bueno.

Lunchtime. Vamos wishbone.

That's right, Senora Julia. The dog has

to eat too.

See that music box?

Yes. My mom loves it

and I'm going to buy it for her. Let's go

inside. Where's phone staying?Take your

time, pal. I'll just make chit chat.

So. Where you from?

What?

Good afternoon, Sir. I'd like to buy that

music box in the window. You got it.

Beautiful music, huhIt's perfect.

Joe, that must be very expensive, ehOh,

don't worry.

That'll be $110, young man.

No, no, Sir. Pardon us,

but I'm fine, Senor Julia.

Joe, where did you get all that money?

Oh, it's my life savings.

-8. Thanks, Sir.

Thank you.

I'm sure my mom's going to love it. Do

you think so?

Let's sit down for a minute, Joelle.

Jose Mi Amos, I want to ask you a

question. Is there any reason why you're

spending all of your money like this?What

do you mean?Does it have something to

do with the present from Michael?I don't

know. Maybe.

He's always so nice to her. I mean,

I guess I don't want her to forget about

me.

Let me tell you a story. Story. It's a

very important story from Mexico

about the most important mother in

Mexico. I'm all ears.

You must have heard of the Aztec people.

They are part of my blood, a part of

most Mexicans. They built their

empire at the Nochtitlan,

place of the Cactus. It was a

brilliant city, greater than

Venice, greater than Rome.

And on a hill named the Beyak, they

built a temple to the mother goddess.

She was mother of all,

creator and destroyer.

The Aztecs were very warlike people,

and they humbled the other tribes. But

they were also very religious. They

believed their calendar could tell them

the future. The calendar said they were

living in the age of the fifth son.

He told them that this

was the last son.

Then the conquistadors came.

They came with enemies of the Aztecs

and the fifth son died.

They

conquered the people and they

destroyed the temple of their mother.

The Aztec people were like like

orphans not long

after the conquest. Some Aztecs began to

accept the religion of the Spaniards.

One of these Aztecs was Juan Diego.

Every Saturday, he walked over Tepeyac

Hill on his way to here mass. But

this December morning,

something extraordinary

happened. Juan. Juan

Diego. Yes?Juan was not

scared. His heart was happy

when he heard this voice.

There, before his eyes,

stood a maiden,

absolutely perfect. And

she spoke gently to Juan in

the language of the Aztecs.

Know, my dearest son, that I am the

Virgin, Holy Mary, Mother of God,

yours, and of all people who live

in this land. I will listen

to those who trust in me. and I

will cleanse and nurse all their

sufferings. Yes, my lady.

Go to the bishop, tell him what you have

seen here, and ask that he build a sacred

house for me on this hill, so that I may

intercede for all who ask. I

will, my lady.

Juan went straight to the home of the

bishop.

And after waiting for hours, he was

admitted.

Uh, Bishop Zumaraga. I have seen Our

Lady. She spoke to me. She

looks like an Aztec.

And she asks that you build her a sacred

house on Tebaya. You

must come again, my son, so that

I may consider your situation

more carefully.

Bobri Juan. He thought he had failed

his mother. Senor Julia,

sorry to interrupt, but my mom will be

home any minute. We

told her we were going to be there.

I'm sure. I am so tired. That was a

long walk.

Hello?Mom?She's

not here. I still want to hear the rest

of that story.

Uh oh

Please don't be broken.

Well, wellFancy meeting you here again.

And you brought lunch.

Is that both beef?Hey, I wasn't gonna

eat it. I mean, not all of it.

Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?

Say, you were in here yesterday, right?

Uh, yes. Um,

I've got a small problem. I dropped the

music box, and it fell on the floor, and

now it won't play. I know you

can't give me all my money back, but

I'm sorry, son. I can't do anything

with a broken music box. Yes, Sir, we

understand. But but maybe you could do an

exchange or read the sign,

ma'am. I'm

sorry.

OK. I'm sorry I ate your chips.

I totally failed. You did a

very generous thing, Joe.

It's no big deal. I mean,

Michael could give us something just as

nice.

Joe, Michael's gifts are not the

same. Why?Because you are

Joe Talbot. You are your mother's

son. And no one's love is more

important to her. You've got to

believe that. Okay.

Senora Julia, he's still not getting it.

I think that it's time that I finish my

story.

Remember that Juan Diego left the Bishop

feeling like he had totally failed?

He did not believe me, my lady. Please.

Send someone noble, someone respected.

I am a man of no importance. Send someone

else and he will build your sacred house.

You are my son, Juan Diego. I could have

any messenger I want, but I have chosen

you. Go back tomorrow.

The next day, Juan waited even

longer to see the bishop.

The Bishop asked him many questions about

his account. It was easy for

Juan to answer. I must ask, Juan,

that you bring me a sign, a

sign that Our Lady has indeed sent you.

Then we may build the sacred house.

He told Lavir him what had happened,

and she was pleased. That is good, my

son. Come back here tomorrow, and I will

give you such a sign for the bishop. And

do not forget, all you must do

is love me and trust me,

and I will take care of

Yes, my lady.

Juan returned to his home that night only

to find that his uncle had fallen sick

and now lay dying. Juan's uncle

needed him now.

I must hide from my lady this morning.

First, I must find a priest for my uncle,

then I will return to her service. So

Juan took a different road around the

other side of the hill. Ohh

But a mother knows better.

Where are you going, my son?Dear lady,

please forgive me, but my uncle is dying.

Have patience while I send for a priest,

then I will return to you. Juanito,

am I not here?Are you not under my

protection?Yes, my lady.

I said I would take care of you. Believe

me. One

was greatly relieved. Then

send me to the bishop. Go to the top of

the hill and gather together the flowers.

It was December, of course. Not the

season for flowers,

but they bloomed for La Virgen.

Here was proof for the bishop.

La Virgen spread Juan's tilma on the

ground.

And Juan picked the flowers and gathered

them on top.

La Virgen took them in her precious hands

and arranged them.

Here is your sign, my son.

Then she rolled it, Dilma, and gave

it back to him.

Your Excellency! Your Excellency,

sir! I have carried out your orders. I

have brought you a sign. Please,

take it.

As he released his tilma, the

flowers fell to the floor,

and something miraculous

happened. Our Lady

had given her sign.

And indeed, her love had

healed Juan Zonco.

La Virgen of Tepeyac soon became

known as Our Lady of Guadalupe.

And her sacred house was built.

Juan Diego took care of it until

the day he died. To

this day, traditions from Europe

and the Aztecs, the new and the old,

come together every year on December 12th

to celebrate the feast day of Our Lady of

Guadalupe. Their

survival together testifies to the

miraculous. and healing love of Our

Lady.

But none of this would have been possible

without Juan Diego's love.

He had to believe in the

power of his love for his

mother.

I always stay close to Our Lady. I

know that it makes a difference. My

mother's 102 years old, and I still call

her every single day. 102

years old?Incredible. Oh, yeah, it's

incredible. But she's an incredible

woman. You know, that story you just

told, it was really beautiful.

Thank you. It really was. Take some

old advice, young man.

Just tell your mom how you feel about

her. It's worth more than you'll ever

know.

Hello. Don't forget to set a place for

the dog. Well, Michael must be running

late. Actually, Mom, I thought

maybe now would be a good time to make my

Mother's Day presentation. Mother's Day

presentation?Sit down.

Oh. Come on, sit down. Exciting.

This must be very elaborate.

Mother's Day is a really great day for me

because I have three moms.

I guess I'm spoiled.

First, there's Senora Julia.

She used to change my diapers, and that

says a lot about a person. She doesn't

live here anymore, but I still feel close

to her.

Then there's Miss Gilmore. She

lives right next door, and whatever

happens, it's always more fun when she's

around. I'm glad she

doesn't have other kids other than me, of

course. Oh yeah.

Then there's Mom. She lives

here with me, and I love this house

because my mom is here and she

always listens to whatever I have to say

and. I love you, man.

I want to hug him also.

Wait for me, too.

Is this a bad time?Michael,

welcome. Hi. Hi everyone. Hi, Michael.

Excuse me. Do I know you?Hey there, boy.

The front door was open to crack, so I

just let myself in. I I hope that's OK.

No, I'm glad that you did. Please. You

remember Wanda?Oh, yes, I. And you've met

the family dog. And this is our

dear friend, Julia Hinojosa.

Pleasure to meet you, ma'am. It's my

pleasure. Mom, before we eat, I've got

something else to give you. Must be my

lucky day.

Don't get too excited. It doesn't really

work.

The music box. Oh, Joe. Ohh

I love this box.

Can I see that?

Hey, Joe, I'm pretty good with mechanical

things. What do you say you and I put our

heads together and fix this for your mom?

That sounds great.

That's a wonderful idea, Senora

Juana. Thanks.

Things always work out, Jo.

Vamos wishbone. It's not a party without

you. Si, Senora. And this part of the

story is called El Fin. Hasta

luega, migos. Michael,

you're in my

spine. Hello. That's

Spanish. It means a good story is a work

of art. I agree. But what about the

reverse?Can a work of art tell a good

story?You bet.

Some of Mexico's greatest stories have

been told through art in mural form.

HmmWhat is a mural, anyway?

A mural is a narrative device that is

used to tell a story pictorially. In

other words, a mural is a big picture

that tells a story, like the history of

Tenochtitlan.

Mural comes from the Latin word muris,

which means wall. That's because murals

are usually painted on walls.

Murals are an important part of Mexican

culture and storytelling.

If you want to learn more about Mexican

literature and history, visit your local

library. I'll

see you at the biblioteca. That's at

library in Spanish.