Many many years ago although it might have been yesterday a little girl named Itzel lived with her nana at the edge of the jungle Itzel loved nothing more than to listen to her nana's stories and to play the flute her grandfather had made for her
The year of our story a long dry spell had plagued the country and not one drop of rain had fallen from the sky Itzel and her nana needed rain to water the seeds they had planted together Their stores of corn beans and squash were running low Her nana would soon have nothing to sell at the market And worse they would have nothing to eat
