A Series of Somewhat (un)Fortunate Events

Seems like we're back at business. The Blue Eagle has finally landed and swore to swoop down the enemy Hyenas like vermin or fish out of water. He caught all the rats in their holes. At one point, I thought that the old lion couldn't roar anymore. But still, with Divine intervention, the Old Lion could still muster a loud one. This is our territory. Dare not to tread upon it with treachery, lest the vengeance of the angels come with full wrath along with their mighty spears. Justice has been served.

Now, the Hyenas are attacking the Old Lioness. Be Afraid. Be very afraid. This old A-mah of mine is a feisty one. She is a purebred, from the land of Urduja and the proud Ilocanos. The Blue Eagle could not and possibly not tread upon a territory not of its own, lest it be shot down by the laws of men. So, it seems that the young tiger would take the first stealthy bite at the neck. Inexperienced and still beyond its full potential, it must take part in the hunt, for the sake of honor.

Why are there people who seem discontent with what they have? Why do they dare thresh out on others? Where is delicadeza? Where is their honor? Have not they seen that we are Old Bloods, that although obscured by time, we still belong to the Old Order of the Local Nobility? Have they no respect for our own means of livelihood, while we do not tread upon theirs?

They have attacked us at our own gates. Now, they are attacking us from behind the gates. The tiger prays to Heaven and St. Jude that they will not win. The old leader of their pack, that half-bred Chinese hyena, whom I shall name as Count Olaf, (since I've just watched Lemony Snicket' s A Series of Very Unfortunate Events) who doesn't speak, who doesn't laugh, but seems to be the brains behind all of these. Give the Old Lions their peace. Why tread upon their territory?

Seems like there is something esoterically parallel with the movie and our situation right now. He, Count Olaf, and Us, the Baudelaire children. Using anthropomorphism, the Lions are full of pride, honor and grace, they do not bow down that easily, but humbly accepts defeat. The Hyena, on the other hand, is treacherous, feeding upon the kill of others, a creature below the food chain, a scavenger, full of ignominy and would steal outright the prey of others, unlike the vultures, who would wait for the spoils until the predator has finished its meal in due course.

It's time for the young tiger to swoop out its paws. Unlike most big cats, this one, hunts alone, with the Blue Eagle serving somewhat as its guide.