The Head

Once there were two friends who were very fond of each other; but like all friends they quarreled a little now and then. Usually the quarrel was over some bit of foolishness. but one day they had a a real quarrel. This too, was foolish quarrel, as most quarrels are, but the two young men got madder and madder and the quarrel turned into a fight. They were so mad they pulled out their knives, and that fight ended with one of them slashing off the head of the other.The one who did it ran until he was far from the city. The police searched everywhere, but they never found him. At last they gave up. Years went by: one year, two years, five years, six......eight......ten. At last, at the end of the ten years the murderer though it would be safe to go home. He did not think anyone would remember or recognize him.And for many weeks he lived alone in a little house, working at whatever jobs came his way. One day as he was passing through the market he saw a calf's head for sale. He dearly loved a good dish of calf's head, so he stopped and bought it. Then as he was walking home, thinking how good it would be, a policeman stopped him and said, "What is that? So the man explained that he had just bought a calf's head! to have for his supper. "Awful bloody calf's head! said the policeman. Oh, its a fresh one, said the man. "Lets see it!" So the man opened the bag and pulled out-not a calf's head at all-but the head of his friend. It was dripping with blood, as if it had just been cut off! It had been trickling down behind him, leaving a little stream of blood all the way as he walked along! So of course they knew that he was the murderer, and they took him and hanged him by the neck till he was dead. and the street where this happened is named La Calle de la Cabeza the street of the head.