Legend of the ancient Quiché who on earth inhabited by men of wood. Lean men devoid of all grace, and grace as if you have any relationship other than phonics with the power of gratitude, were also devoid of it. Both deficiencies were something the gods or animals, or objects of daily use, could tolerate.
wooden men despite having the talks, had no understanding. Multiplied, it gave stick between them, but it turns out it was romantic. These men lived a long time, but their limited intellectual faculties led them to perdition. Well, what led them to destruction, really, was the terrible mistake of not remembering to praise their creators. Not that the gods were vain, what happens is that they were very hungry and lazy, so they needed someone to feed them. Poor
beings completely dried blood that had not toured the veins. Should be so stiff that should never have a chance to dance orgies. Had fun taking out splinters and burning between them. They were racist, because those who were made carbon were marginalized. Ah, worst of all, they had to wait to die to be able to play football. Most
Curiously, the relentless death that awaited them as being defective products. First, the typical Jewish vengeance: the flood. What the gods did not realize is that, obviously, were of wood. They floated slowly through the water, cooling and sailing as any English privateer. The gods could not contain their anger, so they sent four beings who specialize in torture:
Xecotcovach .- Expert in the extraction and suction. He had a special hose hooks on the edges. Its function was to empty the eyes of men suits.
Camalotz .- With the sharpest knives in the realm of the gods. Camalotz not mince words, he came right to cut off head.
Cotzbalam .- The Hungry chubby group. His mission was to devour the flesh, but being of wood, had many problems with the chips.
Tucumbalam .- The most sadistic of all. Not content to see them slaughtered, with no eyes and half-eaten, each of the crushed bones and shattered his nerves. (That is, despite the lack of many physiological elements, these earlier versions of men, at least not without the ability to feel pain.)
Well, nobody wanted to miss the party. First came timidly small animals and began to nibble on the leftovers of this legendary race. Then came the big animals and almost to dust what little was left of them. What's more, the end came all the tools (the grinding stone, sticks, pots) and started complaining about how badly they had been treated. The finished stone grind, the suits have given their lives to burn completely in the pan, which went up in smoke and disappeared at last! of the earth.
say that survivors of the slaughter are now called monkeys. Although this the Popol Vuh not seem very safe, I do.
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