Aventuras de Robinson Crusoe, Las Page #2

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a canoe to sail to it?

I hewed out a

tiny sailing canoe,

and was swept out to

sea by some great current.

Thanks only a sudden wind,

was I even fortunate

to get back to shore.

In other ventures

I was more successful.

Pretty Polly

Here Polly, here Polly.

On my finger Polly.

Call Rex Polly

Here Rex.

Come here, Rex.

Come.

Tell me only this.

Where did you

find their father?

Do you know?

The one mystery of the

island I never solved.

Due to sowing

during dry season,

first half of

seed complete loss.

Second half now in ground,

hope for the best.

Just as it may seem the

best would come to pass

and that I might triumph

over the sun, the rain,

I was threatened

by a new enemy.

The birds!

They came down on

my field like a plague.

A ruthless devouring army.

I fought for wheat

as if it were my life.

Used every weapon

to frighten and kill.

Hungry Rex?

You can wave you r tall,

but you cannot talk to me.

Five years.

The fifth anniversary

of the day I landed.

Time to celebrate.

(singing) I care

not I for nobody,

and nobody cares for me.

Do you or do you not?

You don't?

Well I do.

I did.

This is a day,

a day,

what a day this is.

I have nothing further to say.

(singing)

My friends!

My old friends

I care not I for nobody,

and nobody cares for me.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

I remember you all!

Hooray for friendship.

Hip Hip Hooray!

Hip Hip Hooray!

Hip Hip Hooray!

Here the lowly Keg is dead.

May It keep us together

Stuck, one to another.

Until the resurrection.

Tom, (unintelligible)

Mark to you,

And to you Campbell.

(crying)

At last!

A full harvest.

Now it could be truly said,

I worked for my bread.

Patty cake,

patty cake, baker's man

bake me a cake as

fast as you can.

Be patient, Rex

Sing for your supper, Poll.

Coarse,

burnt,

and most delicious

meal of my life.

I built a bower,

so that I fancied now,

I was Lord of the whole manor.

I had my country house,

and my seacoast house too.

I perfected

myself in all tasks.

And was forced

to learn new ones.

In short,

I learned to master everything

in my island except myself.

Sometimes in the

midst of my work,

the anguish of my

soul and my loneliness

I would break out

upon me like a storm.

Escape.

No matter the dangers,

I must do something

to escape this tomb,

this prison.

My heart died within me.

Alone.

Alone.

Forever alone.

I was a prisoner,

locked up by the eternal

bars and bolts of the ocean.

Days became weeks,

weeks became months,

months became years.

I quite gave up

looking to see for ships,

in time my linen

clothes rotted,

my cats all ran wild.

My faithful dog weaken by age

could no longer

keep up with the hunt

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