The Mysterious Passenger

"This is a folktale from my village, my lovely little village"
My cousin looked into my eyes,
"Long ago my neighbor had a passenger sit with his child
In a little carriage connected to a bike, an attitude so mild

My neighbor asked her where she needed to go
She said,"To a certain tree"
That tree was a home to magical creatures
Bad luck going, whoever went could not be seen

As the three: passenger, driver, and his little boy
Passed a bus in the dark street
The headlights soared and the car roared
The lady's head, the boy couldn't see

He whispered, pulling on his daddy's sleeve,
"Daddy, do you see what I see?"
His dad was scared, but he kept driving
The three to the magic tree

The lady promised much more money
Than ever did have he
So he and his son, with the lady
Finally stopped at the tree

The lady gave him money: hard, solid, money
Never that much had he ever seen
She thanked him and she disappeared
Into the magic tree

Man and son fled for dear life
Pedaling as hard was they could
Till at last, they were safe at home
And all was well and good."

To this day, her neighbor
Sits with his son inside their house
Rich as fools they plunder
On fake money, never having doubt
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This folktale was from my Filipina cousin (pinoy pinsan). She lives on a mysterious island where it's dark at night and you can hear sounds.