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In an ancient village, there was an inventor.
He was renowned all around for a sort of confection, the fabrication of which was his specialty.
People came from miles away to taste this delectable treat, but they knew not what to call it.
As the mans wonderful creation became more popular, it became quite necessary to name it.
So every one gathered in the town square where they had planned a great feast, resolving not to begin eating until they had settled on a suitable name.
One man stood up and said, "We should call it a half meat bread because it is like half a loaf of bread with meat inside it."
"NO!" Shouted another, "it should be called a leaning snack, because it leans on its side no matter how hard you try to balance it."
"No!" Shouted another. And each man, not quite in turn, set forth their own idea about what the snack should be called.
"You are all wrong"
The men all turned around. A small girl, no older than twelve or thirteen had somehow pierced the din. Suddenly all eyes were on her.
"Us? WRONG!? Who do you think we are?"
"I don't know who you think you are, but I think you are a bunch of fools. Arguing over something so trivial. The name is not important, what matters is that this meaty treat brings us all together and makes us happy!"
But the men were too proud to see the wisdom in what she had said. They became angry, irate even, and demanded retribution.
They swarmed upon the child like a thousand angry hornets, each man attempting to pick her to pieces as his strength allowed.
Through sheer force of will the little girl managed to make some distance between herself and the mob. She made her way to the neatly stacked pile of treats.
Lifting her foot in the air, and with a mighty force (or at least mighty for a small child) she kicked forward, knocking the table on its side, spilling its contents on to the ground.
The men could not stand the sight of it. All of their delicious treats had been soiled with the grains of the earth.
"Why have you done this!?" The men exclaimed.
She stood calmly and replied, "So that you would see."
"See!? See what? You fool! You've ruined our wonderful feast!"
"Look closer" she said.
And as the crowd looked at the fallen treat debris, a sound of shock reverberated through the atmosphere.
"Now we see! We finally see!"
On the ground, the foodstuffs had been arranged, as if by divine intervention in to a pattern of clearly visible letters. These letters spelled, for every one to see, the word "taco."
The girl began to shimmer with an otherworldly light, and before the eyes of every one in attendance, she turned in to a ethereal cloud of vapor.
What had once been a little girl floated above the soiled foodstuffs and began to dissolve, dripping salty water down on to the newly dubbed "tacos."
And then she was gone.
No one quite knew what they had seen. They did, however, know what it meant.
"We shall call it a taco!" exclaimed one man, and every one began to cheer.
"Then let us feast" Cried the inventor
Just ten minutes before any of the men would have been too proud, but humbled by the wisdom and sacrifice of what they took to be a spirit, they each knelt on the ground and began to eat the earth-covered "tacos."
To their surprise, it did not taste the same as before. No, it had been blessed with the energy of the 'spirit'. Now the "Tacos" tasted like the waters of the great seas.
In the theater of the imagination this all might sound rather unpleasant; salt-water, ocean tacos being eaten off of the ground.
But to those who witnessed or took part in these events, there was nothing to be said except "delicious." And this sentiment was felt strongly, all the more because the "tacos" had come with a wonderful lesson.
One man stood up and proudly announced "We shall call it "Sea_Taco"!
The crowd began cheering, roaring in ecstasy and jubilation.
One man fell to his knees and began praying to the brave little girl who had shown them the light.
To this day the residents of this village still sprinkle some salt water on their "sea tacos." Of course, it really doesn't taste very good.
Whatever magic the girl used to make the flavors flow together is now long lost. They still do it, however, simply to honor the little girl who gave her life to give their snack a name.
