05-02-2013, 12:00 AM
“Do you know any diableros?” I asked.
“I knew one woman,” she replied. “She was killed. It happened when I was a little girl. The
woman, they said, used to turn into a female dog. And one night a dog went into the house of
a white man to steal cheese. The white man kill the dog with a shotgun, and at very moment
the dog died in the house of the white man the woman died in her own hut. Her kin got
together and went to the white man and demanded payment.
The white man paid good money for having killed her.”
“How could they demand payment if it was only a dog he killed?”
“They said that the white man knew it was not a dog, because other people were with him,
and they all saw that the dog stood up on its legs like a man and reached for the cheese,
which was on a tray hanging from the roof. The men were waiting for the thief because the
white man’s cheese was being stolen every night.
So the man killed the thief knowing it was not a dog.”
(The Teachings of Don Juan)
“I knew one woman,” she replied. “She was killed. It happened when I was a little girl. The
woman, they said, used to turn into a female dog. And one night a dog went into the house of
a white man to steal cheese. The white man kill the dog with a shotgun, and at very moment
the dog died in the house of the white man the woman died in her own hut. Her kin got
together and went to the white man and demanded payment.
The white man paid good money for having killed her.”
“How could they demand payment if it was only a dog he killed?”
“They said that the white man knew it was not a dog, because other people were with him,
and they all saw that the dog stood up on its legs like a man and reached for the cheese,
which was on a tray hanging from the roof. The men were waiting for the thief because the
white man’s cheese was being stolen every night.
So the man killed the thief knowing it was not a dog.”
(The Teachings of Don Juan)