MANGOS! MANGOS! MANGOS!

 MANGOS! MANGOS! MANGOS! Who wants a mango? How about you old man Cecil? What about you little orphan Lewis? Mangos for everyone and their mother. Crackity Jones here once again my faithful flock proclaiming my great love of the yellow-orange fruit called the mango. Mmmm just saying it is like music to the ears. Say it with me now children Manggggggggooooooo.

The mango fruit is found in abundance in the Philippines, but only here in the gardens of the BVC do we find the Mango Sultan Chele Porfuan. Legend has it that Chele was conceived under a mango tree while two lovers ate the sensual fruit thus giving Chele his natural affinity with all things Mango. He is seldom seen anywhere else in the fortress than the garden. He eats, sleeps, and even writes Poetry, mostly about mangos, all under his beloved fruit bearing trees. A sample

Oh succulent life giving orb

Yours is the bounty which I do adore

Whether squeezed to a juice or plucked fresh from a tree

I eat your nourishment right to the seed

From the shade of you boughs I will never retreat

The secrets of your beauty I shall forever keep

Till that final day caught in deaths throws

I shall ever praise the glorious Mango

I know what you’re thinking. Is this guy’s skin different because of all the mangos he eats? And the answer is yes, yes it is. With the amount of sun he gets combined with the orange and yellow you get a beautiful color that is like a mix between caramel and that orange ice cream popsicle flavor. What’s it called? Is it Funsicle? We’ll go with that. Anyway in my wanderings around the home base I have begun to chat up sweet Chele on the adventures of his life. I like to catalogue others adventures as well so as to keep up with the ever changing world. Initially it was hard to get Chele to talk about anything except how much he loves mangos. After sometime though I was able to get him talking about how he came to the BVC. You see while Chele loves the fruit he also is an adept scientist and believes that many cures can come from the mango. His main experiments are focused in eternal youth and I must say he is doing well. Granted he has to eat a mango every half hour or so to keep it up (he has an iv of mango juice at night) he doesn’t look a day over 35 and him being at the ripe old age of 215. Granted about 170 of those years were in the BVC with his mangos. Being as I have travelled this earth for about half a millennia I was happy to be able to talk about the old issues that he missed like; When do you think the Russian Royal Family will take their country back from the Bolshevik’s, Have you heard of this new stuff called toothpaste, and of course what’s up with General Burnsides’ facial hair?

These conversations continue where they left off every time I enter the garden and my knowledge of mangos is quickly becoming vast. Other than that life is found a comfortable pattern here, our BVC warriors are continuing their driver towards perfection, Paco and I are dining with Senators and Judges at late night lounges, and the lizards are singing us to sleep with the sweet melodies of Billy Joel and Neil Diamond.

Sweet Caroline Bah! Bah! Bah! good times never seemed so good, so good, so good…