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AUTHOR – EDUCATOR – STORYTELLER

Stories that cross mountains and generations

Twenty-five years of community service. A science educator at the New York Hall of Science. A flamenco dancer. Thirteen years as a Girl Scout leader. Every one of those lives shows up in the pages I write.

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The book "The Blue Morphos" is a captivating work that immerses us in the mysteries of the Andes. Before we start with the story, I invite you to interact with this fantastic interactive edition we have prepared below.

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Chapter 1

The River

It was slithering and the scales grazed the underbrush of the trees near the river. She had managed to see its black tail be swallowed up under an old tree stump. Burrowing its scaly body would allow it to hide and keep safe from humans.

Must have been hunting for frogs or salamanders; a great delicacy, especially in this rainy season. The bamboo forest in that region was prominent, and it was known for the snakes to use them as hiding venues. She looked over and motioned to Fráncisco to follow her away from there.

Venturing into that part of the forest was not a good idea. Not only because of the possible snakes, but because there were cliffs at the end of the stretch. They both knew it would take them to a dangerous area near the river where there were known to be mudslides.

Chapter 2

The Painted Walking Sticks

Any time they left the house to make deliveries or play, or walk to school or explore, they had been taught to take their walking sticks. Their grandfather made them, and had decorated them from fallen branches and each was unique and created for the individual in mind.

Tata, as they affectionately called him, would remove the outer bark and polish the stick with sandpaper. Then, he would paint it with colors and later a clear varnish in order to keep them protected from the elements. Bright reds, yellows, blues and whites were used to paint stripes along the sticks. Carpentry and painting were some of his hobbies after retiring.

Chapter 3

Monday Morning

Morning started at 4:30 a.m. at the farm. The father woke up first to milk the cows and the goats. Later the grandparents and the mom started their chores. The grandparents tended to the garden by harvesting, checking for insects, and making sure the drainage by the greenhouse was properly working.

They even checked the rain barrels and scooped off the top layer of the water to make sure the mosquito larvae were not living there. The rainy season gave way for mosquitos to plant their eggs everywhere. Then the kids woke up, the youngest checked on the chickens. He would bring out a basket and gather the eggs, feed them, change the water and clean the coop.

Chapter 4

Crossing The Bridge

Marcos was fifteen years old, tall and very mature for his age. He was one of the best athletes in school, and he was always a top contender when running competitions took place.

They started to divide into the three search parties, other high schoolers had joined the search and a neighbor had alerted the school. The store clerk had also joined the search, along with some towns people. Betty and the grandparents stayed home, cleaned the kitchen and started preparing food for the afternoon.

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El libro "Las Mariposas Azules" es una obra cautivadora que nos sumerge en los misterios de los Andes. Antes de sumergirte en la historia, te invitamos a interactuar con este pequeño adelanto que hemos preparado.

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Capítulo 1

El Río

Se deslizaba y sus escamas rozaban la maleza de los árboles cerca del río. Había logrado ver cómo su cola negra era tragada debajo de un viejo tocón. Enterrar su cuerpo escamoso le permitiría esconderse y mantenerse a salvo de los humanos.

Debía estar cazando ranas o salamandras; un gran manjar, especialmente en esta época de lluvias. El bosque de bambú en esa región era prominente, y era bien sabido que las serpientes lo usaban como escondite. Miró hacia un lado y le hizo señas a Francisco para que la siguiera lejos de allí.

Aventurarse en esa parte del bosque no era una buena idea. No solo por las posibles serpientes, sino porque había acantilados al final del tramo. Ambos sabían que los llevaría a una zona peligrosa cerca del río donde se conocía que ocurrían deslizamientos de lodo.

Capítulo 2

Los Bastones Pintados

Cada vez que salían de la casa para hacer entregas o jugar, o caminar hacia la escuela o explorar, se les había enseñado a llevar siempre sus bastones. Su abuelo los había fabricado y decorado a partir de ramas caídas, cada uno era único y creado pensando en su portador.

El Tata, como lo llamaban cariñosamente, quitaba la corteza exterior y pulía el palo con papel de lija. Luego, lo pintaba con vivos colores y posteriormente aplicaba un barniz transparente para mantenerlos protegidos de la intemperie. Usaba rojos, amarillos, azules y blancos brillantes para pintar franjas a lo largo de la madera. La carpintería y la pintura eran algunos de sus pasatiempos tras jubilarse.

Capítulo 3

Lunes por la Mañana

La mañana comenzaba a las 4:30 a.m. en la granja. El padre se despertaba primero para ordeñar las vacas y las cabras. Más tarde, los abuelos y la madre comenzaban sus quehaceres. Los abuelos cuidaban el jardín cosechando, revisando si había insectos y asegurándose de que el drenaje del invernadero funcionara correctamente.

Incluso revisaban los barriles de lluvia y quitaban la capa superior del agua para evitar que las larvas de mosquitos vivieran allí. La temporada de lluvias propiciaba que los mosquitos pusieran huevos en todas partes. Cuando los niños despertaban, el más pequeño revisaba las gallinas: sacaba una canasta, recogía los huevos, las alimentaba, les cambiaba el agua y limpiaba el gallinero.

Capítulo 4

Cruzando el Puente

Marcos tenía quince años, era alto y muy maduro para su edad. Era uno de los mejores atletas de la escuela y siempre figuraba como uno de los principales contendientes cuando se realizaban competencias de atletismo.

Comenzaron a dividirse en tres grupos de búsqueda; otros estudiantes de secundaria se habían sumado y un vecino había alertado a la escuela. El encargado de la tienda también se había unido, junto a algunas personas del pueblo. Betty y los abuelos se quedaron en casa, limpiaron la cocina y comenzaron a preparar comida para la tarde.

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The mountains were the caretakers of the people…” and this book is the caretaker of their stories. Add an unforgettable read to your library today.

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Our Mission - The Blue Morphos

Our mission is to spark a love of reading for nature, for wildlife, for cultures beyond our own.

We want every reader to feel like they're walking through those mountains, rivers, farms, and villages and, when they finish, to want to write their own family stories too.

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