PROLOUGE
"John! John! Get over here, this is amazing!" Michael looked up into the biggest, most beautiful, most overgrown, city he had ever seen. "John, I found something!"
"What is it Michael? I told you I was doing important business, researching the soil." John spoke with a biting sting, and a brisk English accent.
"No, no, you don't understand! This is one of those ancient Mayan cities!" "WHAT! Michael, you confounded fool, the Mayans never were here! What you found is probably a few boulders from a land-…wait, Michael, show me this city of yours, if my suspicions are correct, you have just stumbled upon an Aztec city!"
"If you follow me, it is right this way…-ah! Here we are!" said the surprised American.
"By Jove, Michael, that is the most, most, most overgrown city I think I've ever seen! But this is an amazing find." Though the last part may have been said a little grudgingly, you could tell he was impressed.
"I see something, John. It looks like one of those cedexes they used as books." "Bumble-brained idiot. The term is codices; though I am surprised you even know what one is." "Yes, yes, I know – well, now I do. But these pictures, what do they mean?" "Those glyphs are the ancient Aztecs' form of writing. We need to take this to a decipherer right away."
Three Weeks Later
"Johnny, old boy, I think I've done it! This is the last symbol. But I must warn you, this story tells much about the Aztec life, but it may not be entirely true." "Rupert, I knew you could do it! Now all this talk about it being untrue, well, I don't care. For that matter it may be all hogwash, it doesn't matter. So just sit yourself down there and open your gob, let's hear our story." "Johnny, you always were the one to jump to conclusions, oh, well, I guess me old gob better tell you this story before it croaks it's last."
Rupert opened the big book of the translations and began to read...