Holálá! Mexicanos! Holálá!
They have gone stone deaf! he said.
So he blew down on them, to blow his breath in their faces.
But in the weight of their stupefaction, none of them knew.
Holálá! What a pretty people!
All gone stupefied!
A falling star was running like a white dog over a plain.
He whistled to it loudly, twice, till it fell to his hand.
In his hand it lay and went dark.
It was the Stone of Change.