It looks like we’re in Mexico. There’s a square in Mexico and there are big parties.
"When I look at the birds I think of someone who uses them to fight. Like cock fights," Jessica says, "That’s their entertainment."
His name is Fetzel. Is that a Spanish name or a Mexican name?, we all wonder. We’re at a picnic in the square. Families are coming. The weather control is everything. It looks like it’s summer and there’s going to be quite a number of children and they know they’re going to be playing piñatas and the kids are excited. The guests are not paying attention to the plane overhead, and there’s no fuel. Jessica doesn’t understand why we’re still talking about planes and not the guests.
There are chicks, and Fetzel is migrating them to Mexico but they’re in Mexcio, they finally landed. We hear music- LA Cucaracha and people start dancing and there’s a tambourine accompaniment, “My Mother Comes from Rio Dijanero—“ That’s why Mexico a great place to visit. Fetzel is playing the tambourine and the birds are eating something off the ground. And everyone is enjoying their dinner.