Among the most distinctive characteristics of the human race, is the propensity to celebrate their happiness
The bells had rung eleven times, and his parents began to organize the short journey to the farm. It was a big group. Even though his classmates and neighbours were but eleven, each was present with the family. Since most of them had huge families, it was necessary to find a way to transport everyone to the farm.
His dad had rented the typical wagons called “zorras”, which could be drawn by mules, horses or perhaps, an ox team. Luckily, the summer had extended for a few months during the dry spell, and the rains from the previous winter had ultimately dried out. For that reason, the dirt road was reasonably open to travel. So different from the same dirt roads, during the rainy winter, where the mud made them almost impassable even with a team of sturdy oxen mightily pulling the carts.
Between his friends and neighbours, they added up to a few more than forty grownups, and more than a hundred fifty kids. All had been invited to their first son the only child’s birthday party, which among such numerous families was an unusual, and unique event.
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