New Year 2001 was very beautiful and it was a white one.  Shelly was still with me back then, both of us were very happy.  I didn't know sadness as I do now.

The cold reminded us of our roots, the Peru mountains.

We didn't know it, but there was a special meal being prepared for us.  Our slave took a picture of it so all of you can look at it today.

Not long after our slave provided us the New Year meal, he saw one of our smaller friends running away.  He doesn't like them that much, he tells us they are wild and that they can carry deceases which may be harmful to us.

This is a picture of Shelly her nose.  She's deciding whether or not to like the meal.

 Of course she and I liked it!