Master Storyteller Joe Hayes
From his book "The
Day It Snowed Tortillas"
A long time ago there was a man whose
wife had died. He had just one daughter, and her name was Arcia.
Their neighbor was a woman whose husband had died. And she had
Every day as Arcia walked down the
street past the woman's house, the woman came out and gave her
something good to eat. She gave her sweet little cookies called
biscochitos, or sopaipillas with honey, and sometimes milk to
drink. One day Arcia said to her father, "Papa, why don't
you marry that woman? She's so good to me! She gives me sopaipillas
almost every day."
But her father didn't want to. He
said: "No, Mi 'jita
Si hoy nos da sopaipillas con
miel, manana nos dara sopaipillas con hiel!"-"No, Daughter
If today she gives us sopaipillas with honey, tomorrow
she'll give us sopaipillas with gall!"
But Arcia protested, "No, Papa!
She's a nice woman. You should marry her." And she talked
her father into it!
For a while everything was fine. But
before long the girls started quarreling among themselves, and
the woman no longer liked Arcia and began to be very unkind to
her. She bought all sorts of fine things for her own daughters-pretty
dresses and jewels for them to wear. But when Arcia's shoes wore
out, she wouldn't even buy new ones. So Arcia had to go around
Finally the bedroom was so full of
the beautiful things that belonged to the stepsisters that there
wasn't room for Arcia to sleep there. She had to move down to
the kitchen and sleep next to the stove. This went on for some
Then one day the man went to his ranch
in the mountains, and when he returned he brought with him three
young sheep. He gave one sheep to each girl. "Tend your sheep
carefully," he told each girl. "When it is full-grown,
you can sell it and keep the money. Or if you prefer, I'll butcher
it and the family can eat the meat-whichever you wish."
So the girls began raising their sheep.
Arcia took the best care of hers. Before long, it was the fattest
of the three. One day she told her father, "Papa, I want
you to kill my sheep and butcher it. I'm going to roast it and
invite the whole village for a big supper."
So her father took the sheep and killed
it. And back in those days, people were very poor. They couldn't
afford to waste any part of an animal they had killed. They would
even use the intestines-the tripitas they called them. So when
the man had cleaned out the sheep, he told Arcia to take the tripitas
down to the river to wash them.
Well, for a child nowadays, that would
be a very unpleasant task. But in those times they thought nothing
of it. Arcia picked up the insides of her sheep and went down
to the river to wash them off. Suddenly a big hawk swooped down
out of the sky and snatched the tripitas from her hand.
Arcia called out to the hawk, "Senor
Gavilan, bring those things back to me, please." The hawk
called down to her: "Look
So she did. She looked up to see where
the bird had gone. And when she looked up, down from the sky came
a little gold star, and it fastened itself right on her forehead.
She went running home, and when her
stepsisters saw her, they were jealous. "Oh!" they whispered.
"Why shouldn't we have a gold star on our foreheads too?"
So they went looking for their stepfather to have him butcher
The first one found him and ordered
him to kill her sheep. She went down to the river with the insides
and began to wash them off. For a second time the hawk swooped
down and snatched them away. "Gavilan malvido!" she
screamed. "You rotten bird, bring those things back to me!"
The hawk called down to her: "Look
" But the girl replied: "Don't tell me where
to look. I'll look wherever I please. Bring back my things this
But finally she did have to look up,
to see where the hawk had gone. When she did, down from the sky
came a long, floppy donkey ear, and it fastened itself to her
She ran home crying, and her mother
gasped, "Bring me the scissors!" She took the scissors
and snipped off the donkey ear. But a longer and floppier one
grew in its place.
From that day on, everyone in the
village called out "Oreja de Burro!" whenever the girl
walked by. And that became her name-Donkey Ear!
But her sister hadn't heard what happened,
and was already on her way to the river with the tripitas from
her sheep. She knelt to wash them, and the hawk snatched them
"You good-for-nothing bird! Bring
those back!" "Look,
" "I don't have to obey you. Bring back my things
But she too had to look up to see
where the hawk had gone. When she did, down from the sky came
a long, green cow horn, fastening itself on her forehead. Her
mother cried, "Bring me the saw!' She tried to saw the horn
off, but the more she cut, the longer and greener it grew. From
that day on, everyone called that girl Cuerno Verde-Green Horn!
Now it just so happened that right
about this time the Prince of that land decided that he would
like to get married. But he couldn't think of a single girl in
his village who he might fall in love with. Then he got an idea.
He decided to give a big party and invite the girls from all the
villages throughout the mountains, so he could find one to be
The day of the party arrived, and
Arcia helped her stepsisters get dressed in their fine gowns.
She fixed their hair and tried to cover those strange things on
their foreheads. Then she waved goodbye as they went off to the
party. Arcia didn't even have pair of shoes, let alone a party
dress, so she had to stay home.
But all by herself at home that night,
she felt lonely. She thought, "It won't do any harm if I
just go to the palace and peek in the window and see what a grand
party is like." So she went and crept up to the palace window.
When she peeked in, the gold star on her forehead started to shine
more brightly than the sun! It caught everyone's attention.
The Prince said, "Bring that
girl with the gold star in here!" His servants ran to get
Arcia. But when she saw them coming she was frightened, and ran
home as fast as she could.
The next day, the Prince and his servants
started going form house to house, looking for the girl with the
gold star. They arrived at Arcia's house, but her stepmother made
her hid under the trough in the kitchen, and wouldn't even let
her come out. Instead, the woman introduced her own daughters.
"Your Majesty, perhaps these are the girls you are looking
for. Aren't they lovely young women?"
The Prince looked and saw the donkey
ear and the cow horn on the girls' foreheads. "No! I don't
think these are the girls I had in mind," he said, backing
toward the door. But just as he reached it, the cat came and rubbed
against his ankle. "Naaauuu, naaauuu. Arcia debajo de la
"What?" demanded the Prince.
"Did the cat say someone is under the trough?" "No,"
laughed the woman. "The cat's just hungry." She picked
it up and threw it outside.
But the cat came back and rubbed against
his other ankle. "Naaauuu. Arcia debajo de la artesa esta."
The Prince insisted, "The cat says someone is under the trough.
Who is it?"
He sent his servants to find out.
When Arcia saw them approach, she stood up. And when she did,
her ugly, dirty old clothes turned into a beautiful gown. The
prince fell in love with her immediately, and asked her to marry
him. Arcia said she would.
A few days later the wedding celebration
began. It lasted nine days and nine nights-and the last day was
better than the first. And everyone was invited-even the mean
old stepmother and her two daughters, Cuerno Verde and Oreja de
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Joe Hayes, Storyteller
Joe Hayes, professional storyteller
and SFAOL contributor, has performed in hundreds of schools, libraries,
museums and parks. He tells folktales from many cultures, and
among his favorites are the local cuentos, the Hispanic
tales of New Mexico. A highlight of every summer in Santa Fe,
for children and adults alike, are his storytelling sessions outside
the tepee at the Wheelwright Museum in Santa Fe.
In 1982, Mariposa Printing and Publishing
company in Santa Fe presented 10 of these stories in "The Day
It Snowed Tortillas." Now in its ninth printing, the book
has become a regional favorite and has brought delight to readers
throughout the country.
From the melodic song of "La Hormiguita"to
the classic lament of "La Llorana," "The Day It Snowed Tortillas"
is a collection that will captivate hearts for years to come.
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