MALICO AND NIGHTS OF THE CHESTNUT HORSE

The Secretariat is a Big Red equine head chilled in the ancient icebox of a street corner store in Bakal 2 where the Clark Gable of Horses sell tall frosty bottles of liquid gold that Pugad Baboy recovered from an impulsive weekend  raid of Malico.  

A chatter about the Nepal Payment Transaction, the Myanmar Question, the Australian Inquiries, and the Jakarta Booking choked Microsoft Teams with chewy fried pork, pressure cooked sinampalukang manok, a pack of complex  Australian cheese, the sights and sound of passing early evening traffic, and a day-old boiled egg that were all branded with the severed head of a chestnut horse.

The volume of communications through Whatsapp that was intercepted at Salacsac Pass revealed that the Villaverde Trail was actually traced by Fray Manuel del Rio in 1739 from Maliongliong in Pangasinan through the Caraballos to the Ituy Valley, a goat path nicknamed Little Burma Road in 1945 that the 32nd Red Arrow Infantry Division, the Buenavista Guerillas, and the retreating guardians of the Yamashita Ridge paved with the bones of 6,575 dead fighters and transcripts of the catch ups with RAN and the ASEAN Secretariat between heaven (Sta. Fe) and earth (San Nicolas) in Malico.

But the American did not show up when the agenda for the 7th AWG Meeting was drafted with sections on taxonomy, consumer empowerment, and coal retirement that got lost with the Riders Den in Imugan amidst a sea of clouds from Bangwah, a job application update, a PMU meeting, and a barrage of short message services about a presumptive congressman and an anniversary.

In the aftermatch of three conseccutive typhoons, the Phanthom Biker barged through the gates of Hogwarts, his newly minted Barong Tagalog embroidered with splashes of the kalderetang kambing in Tulat, the stains of wine and cantaloupe from Calabalabaan, and blots of whiskey, inihaw na hito, and pee that splattered in Calisitan.

The junk is a Sherman Tank according to Balong and we intend to suck the marrow out of life to fill our Cup of Stories that now include a layer of Malico on a day when traffic was diverted to allow the religious throng in San Nicolas to celebrate Christ the King.

Thus was how a red horse ushered the freezing winds of Malico to reheat leftover proteins from the Eagle's Nest...