No Sabe de que Habla
Chapter 1
Diego de la Vega sat quietly at a table in an old Tavern, listening to his man-servants `guitar playing.' He
messed up half the notes, having Sergeant Garcia show him the correct ones. Bernardo was always fooling Garcia, who was possibly the most idiotic person on the face of California.
Bernardo and Garcia were good friends. Now matter how many tricks he played on the fat sergeant, he never took them to heart. In fact, they have come in handy a few times, but about half the time he winded Garcia up in jail.
Diego just sat there, drinking wine and listening to a guitar, half dozing, half awake. Along with him, the bartender was beginning to drift away into...into...well, whatever he dreams about. Small, rough snores where heard in his direction. Diego chuckled a little, and Bernardo looked up at him.
Garcia was also looking, not paying attention to the messed up song he was practicing. Bernardo snapped his fingers, bringing Garcia back down to earth. He continued and so did Bernardo.
After a few songs came the finally. A slow song was played, which was kind of a surprise to Garcia since it was his favorite song. Diego liked it too, so he listened to it, and fell into an almost deep sleep.
ZZZZZZZ
Bernardo walked out of the Tavern, smiling a mile-a-minute. Like his little secret that he kept from the town (him being both deaf and mute), he kept another secret...from Diego de la Vega, his master.
For years, Bernardo never said a word. He tried, but failed every time. Now, he was doing something about it. Thankful for Diego's contribution to the Mission, Padre Felipe offered to help Bernardo say just a few words, until he could say them all by himself.
As he walked down to the Mission, he `laughed' at his guitar playing. Constantly, he would screw up the notes to confuse people. He even played them wrong so many times; he sometimes thinks that's what the notes are.
The farther he went out of town, the more he could see Felipe's shadow. A small fire was lit, and pieces of paper were scattered all over the place. Padre was also in a rather cheerful mood.
"Buenas tardes, Bernardo. Ready to go?" Padre asked excitedly. Bernardo nodded, and sat on a tree stump. Felipe sat as well.
"Ok, first word." Padre held up a piece of paper. "To." Bernardo tried to sound it out, and much to his surprise, he got a little noise from the back of his throat that sounded more like `te' than `to', so he tried again, and again, and again. Until, all of a sudden, he said To...
Chapter 1
Diego de la Vega sat quietly at a table in an old Tavern, listening to his man-servants `guitar playing.' He
messed up half the notes, having Sergeant Garcia show him the correct ones. Bernardo was always fooling Garcia, who was possibly the most idiotic person on the face of California.
Bernardo and Garcia were good friends. Now matter how many tricks he played on the fat sergeant, he never took them to heart. In fact, they have come in handy a few times, but about half the time he winded Garcia up in jail.
Diego just sat there, drinking wine and listening to a guitar, half dozing, half awake. Along with him, the bartender was beginning to drift away into...into...well, whatever he dreams about. Small, rough snores where heard in his direction. Diego chuckled a little, and Bernardo looked up at him.
Garcia was also looking, not paying attention to the messed up song he was practicing. Bernardo snapped his fingers, bringing Garcia back down to earth. He continued and so did Bernardo.
After a few songs came the finally. A slow song was played, which was kind of a surprise to Garcia since it was his favorite song. Diego liked it too, so he listened to it, and fell into an almost deep sleep.
ZZZZZZZ
Bernardo walked out of the Tavern, smiling a mile-a-minute. Like his little secret that he kept from the town (him being both deaf and mute), he kept another secret...from Diego de la Vega, his master.
For years, Bernardo never said a word. He tried, but failed every time. Now, he was doing something about it. Thankful for Diego's contribution to the Mission, Padre Felipe offered to help Bernardo say just a few words, until he could say them all by himself.
As he walked down to the Mission, he `laughed' at his guitar playing. Constantly, he would screw up the notes to confuse people. He even played them wrong so many times; he sometimes thinks that's what the notes are.
The farther he went out of town, the more he could see Felipe's shadow. A small fire was lit, and pieces of paper were scattered all over the place. Padre was also in a rather cheerful mood.
"Buenas tardes, Bernardo. Ready to go?" Padre asked excitedly. Bernardo nodded, and sat on a tree stump. Felipe sat as well.
"Ok, first word." Padre held up a piece of paper. "To." Bernardo tried to sound it out, and much to his surprise, he got a little noise from the back of his throat that sounded more like `te' than `to', so he tried again, and again, and again. Until, all of a sudden, he said To...