Once upon a time, many years ago, there was a shorn-tailed possum whose hiccups were so bad, so bad that the walls of the houses near the forest would tremble, and the trees in the woods would dance in a most disconcerted manner.
One fine day Mr Possum decided to find an on-line cure for his hiccups… his hiccups, but all that he could find were silly, crazy cures: holding his breath, drinking a juice, a large glass of water… Yet nothing could help poor Mr Shorn-Tailed Possum so he had to live with his hiccups… his hiccups.
Then, one day, in a flash of inspiration he decided to visit BabyLand where all the babies hiccupped sweetly on sugar-coated cotton clouds. Their lullaby was sleepy and rhythmical. Mr Possum asked the babies for advice but he couldn’t get a clear answer. Why hiccupping was like breathing! What a relief!
So Mr Possum carried on with his search through the woods. There he came across a long-haired lion who looked at him in a most peculiar fashion. Mr Shorn-Tailed Possum adopted a strategy of defence curling himself up into a tight, tight ball. But the lion didn’t take any notice of him whatsoever. Better not eat a living being with hiccups…. Just in case…
And so he carried on with his search until he reached the very heart of the woods and there in a clearing he came across a group of human beings in a circle. It was a sacred circle of living beings who had decided to turn themselves into human beings. What a crazy idea! The sorceress was dancing around the fire while the human beings were laughing like birds.
“What can I do to stop my hiccups?” asked Mr Possum.
“Stop thinking!”, the sorceress answered.
So right in that very moment he listened to her and stopped thinking. And then something most peculiar happened. A white cloud came down to rest upon the possum’s head giving off sparks. The sparks caressed him gently. Then all of a sudden, as if by magic, his hiccups stopped and a solitary hiccup drifted out to sea. The sea embraced the hiccup hugging it from deep within. And this is how the first wave came to be. After all, everything has its beginning. And its end.
Traduccion de Rachel Dunworth.
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