Once upon a time, in a far away land called France, in the year 1625, there
was a girl named Kelly who only spoke Spanish. Every where she went
everyone was always saying stuff like, "Le poisson, trés beau," and, "Il
est necessaire que tu te brossé les pieds."
Every one thought she was crazy, because she was always walking around saying, "Si, si, un muy muy grande gato." Of course she did pick up a little bit of French, and she was known to haunt the streets of Paris saying, "Does any body have a taco? Or maybe an enchilada?"
One day, Kelly was running to the Spanish embassy when she ran into the three musketeers, Athos, Porthos and Aramis. She ran into Athos head on, irritating a sword wound he had sustained from a duel the previous day. She then got caught up and tangled in Porthos' cloak. Aramis scolded her. "What are you doing, woman? Are you mad?"
"Oui, "Si, si, un muy muy grande gato."
Aramis, who understood Spanish, furrowed his brow. "She could be warning us about something serious, gentlemen. Apparently if a very very large cat comes here, he will eat the king!"
Suddenly, the earth shook, and a great meow was heard off in the distance. The musketeers gasped, grabbed Kelly, and rode off to the Louvre to see the king. Kelly, hanging on to the horse for dear life, kept repeating "Si, si, un muy muy grande gato."
The musketeers ran into the palace and threw Kelly to Louis XIII's feet. Sire, she has disturbing news. A very large cat is heading towards Paris!"
The meows that were once in the distance were growing louder. The king's eyes filled with fear. Suddenly the cat pounced on the roof of the Louvre, and crashed into the throne room. Kelly shouted, "Mal gato! Vaya de nuevo a la charca que usted vino de!" Bad cat! Go back to the pond you came from!
The cat growled, but ran away and was never seen again. Kelly the Spaniard was a national hero, and was given a lifetime supply of tacos and enchiladas.
She then moved to Spain, where she was stoned to death for helping their mortal enemy, the French.
Every one thought she was crazy, because she was always walking around saying, "Si, si, un muy muy grande gato." Of course she did pick up a little bit of French, and she was known to haunt the streets of Paris saying, "Does any body have a taco? Or maybe an enchilada?"
One day, Kelly was running to the Spanish embassy when she ran into the three musketeers, Athos, Porthos and Aramis. She ran into Athos head on, irritating a sword wound he had sustained from a duel the previous day. She then got caught up and tangled in Porthos' cloak. Aramis scolded her. "What are you doing, woman? Are you mad?"
"Oui, "Si, si, un muy muy grande gato."
Aramis, who understood Spanish, furrowed his brow. "She could be warning us about something serious, gentlemen. Apparently if a very very large cat comes here, he will eat the king!"
Suddenly, the earth shook, and a great meow was heard off in the distance. The musketeers gasped, grabbed Kelly, and rode off to the Louvre to see the king. Kelly, hanging on to the horse for dear life, kept repeating "Si, si, un muy muy grande gato."
The musketeers ran into the palace and threw Kelly to Louis XIII's feet. Sire, she has disturbing news. A very large cat is heading towards Paris!"
The meows that were once in the distance were growing louder. The king's eyes filled with fear. Suddenly the cat pounced on the roof of the Louvre, and crashed into the throne room. Kelly shouted, "Mal gato! Vaya de nuevo a la charca que usted vino de!" Bad cat! Go back to the pond you came from!
The cat growled, but ran away and was never seen again. Kelly the Spaniard was a national hero, and was given a lifetime supply of tacos and enchiladas.
She then moved to Spain, where she was stoned to death for helping their mortal enemy, the French.