Reflection On Recorded History

During their maturing age Santa Anita and Santa Monica decided to tempt each other inside the Egyptian Capital city.

Santa Monica still had something at stake when they entered Qhira better known as Cairo, “since grade 2 I have dreamt of coming here,” she told her touring partner.

“Yes, it has that beautiful Nile river just flowing through making everything so calm,” Santa Anita responded.

Looking out towards the waterway there was a winning image which suddenly appeared enchanting diners on the banks.

“I am Merneith and I was the first Egyptian Pharaoh,” the haunted dialogue read like a happy hour visual spectacle.

An outburst by a visitor disrupted the theatrics, “she was never the winner, no one wrote things down back then.”

“Scarto, I know your ancestors were the true winners and they had the option to claim the allowance,” the lovely lady grabbed the arm that was defending its turf, “but,”

“You were not the award winner,” Merneith saw the issue and addressed it while bathing in the theatrical glowing spotlight, “your descendants were put in their place.”

“And in life they put on a show,” Scarto retaliated, “nothing passed through them, not even the writings that proclaimed Merneith an Egyptian Pharoah, we were the official monarch’s goalie.”

“You were wasted and pieces of scrap, Scarto!”

“That is better than being a cheap special effect for tourists.”

When the standoff concluded all the other patrons clapped acknowledging the performance. “Santa Anita,” Santa Monica stated, “this place has the golden principal.”

“Why is that?”

“Jewel thieves will not want to sneak by to see her crown if everything is just a fake attraction acting like the real thing.”