A Story Especially for Girls Based on Argentina’s Proverb: Poverty Point and Abundance Avenue
The guanacos live in two parts of town:
Poverty Point and Abundance Avenue.
The same beautiful sun rises over Poverty Point and Abundance Avenue.
The same storms visit Poverty Point and Abundance Avenue.
And the same moon and stars shine over both Poverty Point and Abundance Avenue.
At breakfast in the Poverty Point shacks, the Mama guanacos give each little guanaco one serving of polenta.
The little guanacos say, “Thank you! Let’s pray for all those that made our breakfast possible.”
At breakfast in the Abundance Avenue mansions, the Mama guanacos give each little guanaco three sweet rolls (medialunas).
The little guanacos say, “Thank you. Can I have more?”
In the Poverty Point shacks, all the guanacos help clear the table and wash and dry the dishes.
The little guanacos say, “We can be an assembly line! A conveyor belt! What fun!”
In the Abundance Avenue mansions servants clear the table and wash and dry the dishes.
The little guanacos say, “I’m bored. There’s nothing to do.”
Papa suggests, “Play a game, read a book or dance the tango.”
They whine, “We don’t want to. Mama, will you take us shopping?”
And off they go…
Meanwhile at Poverty Point, the guanacos begin a game of soccer.
Happy guanacos run, laugh, and score!
They play and play some more, then solve a puzzle, play a game and dance around.
The little guanacos say, “Everyday is a fiesta from above!”
Rain starts to pitter patter and the Poverty Point little guanacos ask,
“May we please go looking at the mall?”
The Mamas say, “Just looking. No buying.”
“Yes! We get to ride the escalator!”
The little guanacos stay close to their Mamas in the busy, buzzing crowd.
“Look at the ornate carousel music boxes!”
Round and round they watched the elegant horses go, up and down.
Every little guanaco secretly wishing but instead thanking God for eyes to see and ears to hear the exquisite, sparkling Merry-go-Round music boxes.
The Abundance Avenue guanacos swagger by and say,
“I want one. No me. It’s mine. Why are they looking at MY music box?”
Guess who is having fun?
Guess who is having none?
The thunder roars. Rain comes in torrents.
“Let’s go home,” say all the guanacos.
The Poverty Point guanacos race home to their cozy shacks.
The Abundance Avenue guanacos strut home grasping their bundles.
The storm turns to a mega storm and tornados twirl through Buenos Aires.
Trees topple. Cars crumble and houses tumble.
Devastation is everywhere.
The next morning, the Poverty Point guanacos start picking up and fixing up their neighborhood.
The Abundance Avenue guanacos scoff,
“We won’t work. We might get dirty.”
The Abundance Avenue Mamas and Papas are dismayed.
“Let’s visit Poverty Point. Abundance breeds arrogance. Look how hard the guanacos work! Look how much fun they have!”
And do you know what? The Abundance Avenue guanacos have so much fun working, playing and making new friends that they never go back to their big mansions.
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Poverty Point and Abundance Avenue: A Story Based on Argentina’s Proverb Especially for Girls