“Hey, talk to me, you look sad.”
“How could I not be? My master hits me whenever he wants to,” the dog replied.
“I know he has bad feelings. Why don’t you leave him?”
“He is my master and I must be loyal.”
“I could help you to escape.”
“I won’t leave him for anything.”
“He will never be grateful for your loyalty.”
“It makes no difference, I will remain loyal.”
But Kakasbal kept insisting, and finally the dog, just to get rid of him, said:
“I think you have convinced me. What should I do?”
“Give me your soul.”
“And what will you give me in exchange?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Give me a bone for each hair on my body.”
“OK, start counting…”
“Why did you move?” asked Kakasbal.
“I can’t be still because of all the fleas which bite me day and night. Start again.”
A hundred times Kakasbal started to count, and a hundred times he was interrupted because the dog jumped. Finally, Kakasbal decided:
“I’m not counting anymore. You have deceived me, but you have taught me a lesson. I now know that it is easier to buy the soul of a man than it is to buy the soul of a dog.”
By Yurina Fernández Noa
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Photography by Olivia Camarena for use in Yucatán Today.
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