Stormy Serenade

Casimiro Velandia of Bogota owned a strain of the most belligerent fighting cocks in all Colombia; he was also the proud father of three pretty daughters. Last week these joys of Casimiro's life were sadly entangled.

On the eve of a championship cockfight some young bloods showed up to serenade the Senoritas Velandia. Flushed with tender sentiment and wine, they arrived at Casimiro's home with a band. Father Velandia beamed. But it went on & on, without regard for the fighting cocks roosting in a nearby tree. Casimiro grew nervous, then irritated, then thoroughly alarmed over the disturbed rest of his birds. "Stop the music!" he finally ordered. The serenaders refused; they had hired the musicians for the whole evening.

Casimiro stormed, pleaded, but the band played on. By the time the young men called it a night, the damage had been done. Next day Casimiro's cocks went down in shattering defeat. Casimiro lost every stake, every side bet. He took the case to court, but the magistrado inquired: since when had serenading been against the law in Bogota?

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