FÁBULA de “TRAFICÓN”

Once upon a time… There was a monster known as Traffic Troll. Traffic Troll enjoyed the defeaning uproar of lorries, cars, motorbikes…, but rest assured that his own noise was his favourite one by far Once upon a time… There was a monster known as Traffic Troll. Traffic Troll enjoyed the defeaning uproar of lorries, cars, motorbikes…, but rest assured that his own noise was his favourite one by far

He spent the whole day running like mad along busy roads, among thousands of cars, skidding and halting whenever a car approached him dangerously, this way causing hideous, neverending traffic jams.

He led his life in a hurry, carelessly regardless of what could happen either to himself or to other selves, until the day he arrived at a quiet little town where he couldn’t find a single traffic jam.

The poor chap felt terribly frightened at this overwhelming silence. He stared around himself and wondered: “how can it be possible that there is no noise at all, not even traffic lights?” He said to himself that this tranquillity should be due to something. He was so amazed at this calmness that he decided to find out what all that was about.

Palomas was the name of this little town, a place surrounded in its entirety by a lovely. countryside, without highways. That was the reason why the people from Palomas didn’t use cars to go from here to there, they only needed their legs

Sometimes they had to go a long distance, and then they rode their bikes. Of course, they had cars, but they only drove them when it was necessary. Sometimes they had to go a long distance, and then they rode their bikes. Of course, they had cars, but they only drove them when it was necessary.

On seeing all this, he couldn’t help but realize that sometimes we shouldn’t be in such a hurry, since we can reach everywhere in a relaxed way. Thus we all will be aware of so many dangers that lay hidden everywhere.

He spent a wonderful time in Palomas and he felt so happy there that he didn’t even want to hear the name of the city mentioned. But then he had second thoughts, and he considered the chance of returning there and telling everyone of the quiet little town he had run into.

Perhaps, he thought, he could help change the way of life of city-dwellers. So with this idea on his mind, Traffic Troll set himself on the way to his city. Some days, weeks, months… went by and when everybody saw Traffic Troll behaving in such a respectful, organised way, the whole city put an end to their pernicious mores. Perhaps, he thought, he could help change the way of life of city-dwellers. So with this idea on his mind, Traffic Troll set himself on the way to his city. Some days, weeks, months… went by and when everybody saw Traffic Troll behaving in such a respectful, organised way, the whole city put an end to their pernicious mores.

Let’s observe the traffic rules, one has to wait so that another can walk. If you see a green light, you walk on. If it’s red, you have to stop instead..

¡Those big stripes on the road are called zebra crossings, don’t make them be renamed as goat crossings. Put an end to such a noise, and you’ll see how polluting smoke also disappears.

¡ Let’s change our planet! by replacing your cars with bikes. That’s how Traffic Troll stopped being a monster and became a good friend instead.

The End… I said, STOP ®Juanitoluí.