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Many of you have noticed a link in my episode descriptions saying to just say hi or send in a story suggestion , and I've been receiving all of your messages and it's been so wonderful and so helpful in planning episodes .
I do want to say that there have been an immense amount of suggestions like Harry Potter and Because of Winn-Dixie and Chronicles of Narnia , but I cannot do any of those stories because they are copywritten . However , I am trying to find some similar stories in the public domain , so don't worry , I am working on it .
In the meantime , I have another wonderful listener suggestion for you . Popocatappetl and its taxi bottle is an Aztec myth from two volcanoes in Puebla , mexico . This story is reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet and it is perfect for bedtime . So snuggle up your blankets and have sweet dreams .
Once upon a time , in the ancient and mystical lands of Mexico , where verdant jungles whispered secrets of forgotten eras and mighty jaguars prowled under the dense canopy , there stood the grand kingdom of Tenochtitlan .
This city was a jewel among the hills , its pyramids and temples standing proud under a vast azure sky , glimmering in the sunlight like celestial monuments . This kingdom was ruled by a wise and benevolent emperor whose heart was filled with love for his only daughter , the exquisite princess Eastaxiwaddle .
Unparalleled beauty , a creature of such grace and charm that the mere sight of her could bring the hardest warrior to his knees . Her hair was as black as the raven's wing , cascading in waves down her back , and her eyes were the deepest obsidian , sparkling with the light of a thousand stars . Obsidian , sparkling with the light of a thousand stars .
Her laugh was like the sweet music of a mountain brook , bringing joy to all who heard it . Her beauty was renowned far and wide , and the young men of Tenochtitlan were entranced by her . Every suitor in the village sought her favor , each one hoping to win her heart .
Noblemen and warriors alike vied for her attention , presenting her with gifts of gold , precious stones and rare flowers from distant lands . They composed poems in her honor , sang songs of her beauty and performed feats of strength to impress her .
Yet despite their earnest efforts , his taxi-waddle's heart belonged solely to Popocatpetl , the brave warrior whose valor and noble spirit had captured her love . Apacatpetl's heart was as true as his sword was sharp . From childhood , he and his Taksuadl had been inseparable . Their bond is natural and unbreakable as the towering mountains that embrace their homeland .
They loved each other with a passion as fierce as the sun's embrace of the earth . Their hearts forever entwined in a symphony of devotion . One fateful day , the peace of Tenochtitlan was shattered by the news of an approaching threat , a dark force bent on conquering their beloved land .
The emperor , with a heavy heart , called upon his mightiest warriors to defend the realm Pappacatapetl , driven by his duty and love for his people was among the first to set forward . Before he departed , he sought the blessing of his beloved Ishtaxiwatl .
In a tender and tearful farewell , she gave him a white rose , a symbol of her pure and unwavering love , and they vowed to be reunited upon his victorious return . The war that followed was fierce and relentless , a brutal clash that echoed through the valleys and reverberated among the ancient peaks .
Popocatépetl fought with unmatched bravery , his strength and courage inspiring all who fought beside him . Meanwhile , into Nojtitlan , his Taksuadl waited anxiously , her heart , a tumultuous sea of hope and fear . Mulchous sea of hope and fear . Every day she would climb the highest peak , her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of her beloved .
Her prayers carried on the wind to the ears of the gods . But fate , as a cruel mistress and jealousy , an insidious foe . Among these Toxiewatels , many suitors , was a particularly malicious and envious rival who also sought the hand of the beautiful princess . This rival , burning with envy , saw an opportunity to deceive .
He spread false news of Popocatépetl's death on the battlefield , hoping to claim her love for himself . And upon hearing this devastating news , ishtaxi Waddle's heart shattered into a thousand pieces , the light in her eyes dimmed and she fell into a deep and eternal sleep , her soul unable to bear the weight of such sorrow .
When Popocatpetl finally returned , victorious but weary from the endless battles , he was met with the heart-wrenching news of East Tuxewatel's fate . The joy of his triumph turned to ash , and his heart was consumed by an indescribable grief . With unwavering devotion , he carried her lifeless body to the top of a grand mountain , laying her gently on a bed of snow .
Overcome by sorrow , he knelt beside her , vowing to watch over her for all eternity . The gods , moved by the depth of their love and the tragedy of their story , decided to immortalize them . They transformed East Toxiewaltol's resting body into a majestic mountain , a snow-covered peak , forever resembling a sleeping woman .
Woman Pabukatpetl , steadfast and loyal , was turned into a mighty volcano , his fiery heart eternally burning with the love he bore for her . And so , to this day , the two mountains stand side by side , a testament to the enduring power of love in the depths of sorrow .
Baba Ghatapetal , with his occasional fiery eruptions , symbolizes the undying passion and loyalty of his love . Compassion and loyalty of his love . While its tuxedo rests in eternal peace , her serene beauty , a constant reminder of their tragic but beautiful love story .
In the end , their love , like the mountains , stood the test of time , reminding all who hear their tale that true love never dies . It endures through the ages , as steadfast and eternal as the land of Mexico .
The legend of Popocatépetl and his taxawaddle lives on , whispered among the winds and echoed in the hearts of all who believe in the ancient and mystical lands of Mexico . Where verdant jungles whispered secrets of forgotten eras and mighty jaguars prowled under the dense canopy , there stood the grand kingdom of Tenochtitlan .
This city was a jewel among the hills , its pyramids and temples standing proud under a vast azure sky glimmering in the sunlight like celestial monuments . This kingdom was ruled by a wise and benevolent emperor whose heart was filled with love for his only daughter , the exquisite princess Eastaxiwaddle .
Eastaxiwaddle was a vision of unparalleled beauty , a creature of such grace and charm that the mere sight of her could bring the hardest warrior to his knees . Her hair was as black as the raven's wing , cascading in waves down her back , and her eyes were the deepest obsidian , sparkling with the light of a thousand stars .
Her laugh was like the sweet music of a mountain brook , bringing joy to all who heard it . Her beauty was renowned far and wide , and the young men of Tenochtitlan were entranced by her . Every suitor in the village sought her favor , each one hoping to win her heart . Each one hoping to win her heart .
Noble men and warriors alike vied for her attention , presenting her with gifts of gold , precious stones and rare flowers from distant lands . They composed poems in her honor , sang songs of her beauty and performed feats of strength to impress her to Popocatpetl , the brave warrior whose valor and noble spirit had captured her love .
Popocatpetl's heart was as true as his sword was sharp . From childhood , he and his Taksuadl have been inseparable . Their bond is natural and unbreakable as the towering mountains that embrace their homeland . They loved each other with a passion as fierce as the sun's embrace of the earth . Their hearts forever entwined in a symphony of devotion .
One fateful day , the peace of Tenochtitlan was shattered by the news of an approaching threat , a dark force bent on conquering their beloved land . The Emperor , with a heavy heart , called upon his mightiest warriors to defend the realm . Pope Agadabedal , driven by his duty and love for his people , was among the first to set forward .
Before he departed , he sought the blessing of his beloved Ishtaxiwato . In a tender and tearful farewell . She gave him a white rose , a symbol of her pure and unwavering love , and they vowed to be reunited .
Upon his victorious return , the war that followed was fierce and relentless , a brutal clash that echoed through the valleys and reverberated among the ancient peaks . Popocatépetl fought with unmatched bravery , his strength and courage inspiring all who fought beside him . Meanwhile , into Nájitlán Taksuadl , waited anxiously her heart , a tumultuous sea of hope and fear .
Every day she would climb the highest peak , her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of her beloved . Her prayers carried on the wind to the ears of the gods . But fate has a cruel mistress and jealousy . An insidious foe Among these Toxiewatels' many suitors was a particularly malicious and envious rival who also sought the hand of the beautiful princess .
This rival , burning with envy , saw an opportunity to deceive . He spread false news of Popokatépetl's death on the battlefield , hoping to claim her love for himself .
And upon hearing this devastating news , ishtaxi Waddle's heart shattered into a thousand pieces , the light in her eyes dimmed and she fell into a deep and eternal sleep , her soul unable to bear the weight of such sorrow .
When Popocatpetl finally returned , victorious but weary from the endless battles , he was met with the heart-wrenching news of East Toxewaltle's fate . The joy of his triumph turned to ash , and his heart was consumed by an indescribable grief . And his heart was consumed by an indescribable grief .
With unwavering devotion , he carried her lifeless body to the top of a grand mountain , laying her gently on a bed of snow . Overcome by sorrow , he knelt beside her , vowing to watch over her for all eternity . The gods , moved by the depth of their love and the tragedy of their story , decided to immortalize them .
They transformed East Toxiewaltle's resting body into a majestic mountain , a snow-covered peak . Forever resembling a sleeping woman , popocatpetl , steadfast and loyal , was turned into a mighty volcano , his fiery heart eternally burning with the love he bore for her .
And so , to this day , the two mountains stand side by side , a testament to the enduring power of love in the depths of sorrow . In the depths of sorrow , vapakadapetl , with his occasional fiery eruptions , symbolizes the undying passion and loyalty of his love . Valit's Taksavatal rests in eternal peace .
Her serene beauty , a constant reminder of the A beautiful love story . In the end , their love , like the mountains , stood the test of time , reminding all who hear their tale that true love never dies . It endures through the ages , as steadfast and eternal as the mountains themselves .
And thus , in the land of Mexico , the legend of Popocatpetl and his Texahuatl lives on , whispered among the winds no-transcript .