She wondered if anyone would believe what she saw of the world. It was unexpected, not a sudden flash of inspiration like when you are in school. But that kind of feeling when you are betrayed and never saw it coming. Where was she from, she half forgot, a little ashamed to say, she pretended not to be where she was from, so the natives played along, as she sat in the restaurant of the Grand Hotel and had tea. The waiters would come by and ask "Tea Lady?" She waived them past as she sat and waited for another American, or at least a European, to arrive. The other day she took the ferry out to the rainforest, but it began to rain- "How unexpected," she taught. The mud seeped threw her shoes until it was impossible to wear them. So she removed them and waked barefoot over giant, red ants, who would be satisfied with nothing less than carrying her off with them. She tried so hard to be dignified covered in mud, but then a monkey accosted her, maybe he knew she was American. She had to rush back to the capital, she was already late. She had tickets for the Vienna Boy's Choir. She found it strange that they were in Costa Rica and convinced herself she must see them. But when she arrived at the opera house covered in rainforest, she was mistaken for a native and asked to enter threw the backdoor. What she saw that night were little boys from Vienna trying to coax the the Rainforest into submission. She hopped it would not work, but as she looked at the audience she knew the ants, the mokeys, the mud and the waiters were already extinct.Birth sign: Aquarius
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