"The Flamingos' Stockings" by Horacio Quiroga
Once upon a time the vipers had a grand ball. They invited the Frogs and Toads, the Flamingos, and the Yacaré Caimans and the Fish. The Fish, just as they don’t walk, could not dance; but being that the dance was on the shore of the river, the Fish were peeking out at the dance floor and applauding with their tails.
The Yacaré Caimans, to adorn themselves, put banana necklaces around their necks and smoked Paraguayan cigars. The Toads completely covered themselves in fish scales, and walked with a wiggle, as though they were swimming. Every time they walked very seriously past the riverbank, the Fish would yell at them mockingly.
The Frogs covered their entire bodies with perfume and walked on two feet. Also, each one wore around their necks, like tiny lanterns, a firefly that swayed from side to side.
But even more beautiful than them were the Vipers. All of them, without exception, were dressed in ballerina costumes, the same color as each viper. The red Vipers wore a small skirt of red tulle, the green ones a skirt of green tulle; the yellow ones a skirt of yellow tulle; and the Yararás Vipers, a skirt of gray tulle painted with brick and dust-colored stripes, because these are the colors of the yararás.
And the most splendid of them all were the Coral Vipers, who were dressed in long ribbons of red, white, and black gauze, and danced with streamers. When the Vipers danced and turned around supported by the tips of their tails, everyone applauded them wildly.
Only the Flamingos, who then had white feet, and even now, just like back then, have a very gross and twisted nose; only the Flamingos were sad, because they were not very smart and had not dressed themselves very fancifully. They were envious of everyone else’s clothes, and especially of the Coral Vipers. Every time a Coral Viper passed in front of them, flirting and waving their streamers of gauze, the Flamingos would die of envy.
Then a Flamingo said:
“I know what we’ll do. We’ll put on red, black, and white stockings, and the Coral Vipers will fall in love with us.”
And getting up all together to fly, they crossed the river and went to hit up a shop in the town.
“Knock knock!” they knocked with their feet.
“Who is it?” the Shop Worker responded.
“We’re the Flamingos. Do you have red, black, and white stockings?”
“No, we don’t,” answered the Shop Worker. “Are you crazy? You can’t find stockings anywhere around these parts.”
So the Flamingos went to another store.
“Knock knock! Do you have red, black, and white stockings?”
The Shop Worker answered: “What did you say? Red, black, and white? There aren’t stockings anywhere in these parts. You’re crazy. Who are you?”
“We’re the Flamingos,” they responded.
And the man said:
“Then you are crazy Flamingos for certain.”
They went to another store.
“Knock knock! Do you have red, black, and white stockings?”
The Store Worker yelled: “What colors? Red, black, and white? Only big-beaked birds like yourselves would ask for stockings like those. Leave at once!”
And the man swept them out with his broom.
The Flamingos traveled around to all the stores, and at each one they were called crazy. Then an Armadillo, who had been going to get water from the river, wanted to mock the flamingos, and he told them by making a grand greeting,
“Good evening, Oh Messieurs Flamingos! I know what you’re looking for. You won’t find stockings like those in any store. Maybe there are some in Buenos Aires, but you’ll have to order and get them shipped here. My sister-in-law, the Barn Owl, she has stockings like that. Ask her for them, and she’ll get you red, black, and white stockings.
The Flamingos said their thanks, and they went flying to the Barn Owl’s cave. And they said:
“Good evening, Barn Owl! We came to ask you for red, black, and white stockings. Today is the Vipers’ grand ball, and if we get these stockings, the Coral Vipers will fall in love with us.
“With pleasure!” The Barn Owl responded. “Wait one second, and I’ll fly immediately.”
And flying away, she left the Flamingos alone; and shortly after returned with the stockings. But they were not stockings, rather they were the leathered skins of coral vipers, very beautiful leather just taken off of the vipers that the Barn Owl had hunted.
“Here are the stockings” the Barn Owl told them. “Don’t worry about anything, except for one thing: dance all night, dance without stopping for a moment, dance on your sides, on your beaks, on your heads, however you want; but don’t stop for one moment, because instead of dancing you’ll be crying.”
But the Flamingos, who were very stupid, did not understand well what great danger was in store for them, and crazy with happiness they put on the coral viper leather, as stockings, they tucked their legs inside the leather, which was like tubes. And very content they went flying to the dance.
When they saw the Flamingos with their absolutely beautiful stockings, everyone was jealous. The Vipers wanted to dance with them, only, and as the Flamingos did not stop moving their feet even for a second, the Vipers could not see very well what those precious stockings were made of.
But little by little, however, the Vipers began to lose trust. When the Flamingos danced beside them they lowered themselves closer to the ground in order to see better.
The Coral Vipers, like everyone, were very restless. They did not look away from the stockings, and they also crouched down to try and touch the Flamingos’ feet with their tongues, because the tongues of vipers are like people’s hands. But the Flamingos danced and danced ceaselessly, until they were exhausted and could not dance anymore.
The Coral Vipers, who knew this, immediately asked the Frogs for their little lanterns, which were little glowing bugs, and waited all together for the Flamingos to fall over of exhaustion.
Effectively, one minute after, a Flamingo, who could not dance anymore, tripped with a cigar from a Yacaré Caiman, staggered and fell over sideways. At once the Coral Vipers rushed over with the little lanterns, and illuminated the Flamingo’s feet. And they saw what those stockings were made of, and they let out a hiss that was heard on the other shore of Paraná.
“These are not stockings!” yelled the Vipers, “we know what this is! We’ve been deceived! The Flamingos have killed our sisters and have put on their skins like stockings! The stockings that they have are made of Coral Vipers!”
On hearing this, the Flamingos, filled with fear because they had been discovered, wanted to fly; but they were too tired to lift even one foot. Then the Coral Vipers threw themselves onto them, and they bit the stockings to untwist them from their feet. They pulled the stockings off in pieces, furious, and they also bit their feet, so that they would die.
The flamingos, crazy with pain, jumped from side to side, without the Coral Vipers untwisting from their legs. Until at last, seeing that not a single piece of stocking had stayed on their legs, the Vipers set them free, exhausted and fixing the gauze of the dance outfits.
Finally, the Coral Vipers were sure that the Flamingos were going to die, because at least half of the Coral Vipers that had bitten them were venomous.
But the Flamingos did not die. They ran and threw themselves into the water, feeling a huge amount of pain. They yelled out in agony, and their feet, which were white, were now red due to the venom of the Vipers. Days and days passed and they always felt terrible burning in their feet, and they always were the color of blood, because they were poisoned.
Much time passed. And still to this day the flamingos spend almost all day with their red feet stuck in the water, trying to calm the burn that they feel in them.
Sometimes they move for the shore, and take a few steps onto the land, so they can see how it is. But the pain of the venom immediately comes back, and they run back into the water. Sometimes the pain they feel is so great, that they lift a foot and stay like that for hours and hours, because they cannot stretch.
This is the history of the flamingos, who before had white feet and now have red feet. All the fish know why this is, and they mock them for it. But the flamingos, while healing in the water, do not pass up an occasion to take revenge, eating any little fish that gets too close when trying to mock them.
FIN
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Translated from Spanish (original here: https://ciudadseva.com/texto/las-medias-de-los-flamencos/) to English by me as part of a university assignment
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