There was once, in Mexico City, a man named Pedro Linares. One day, back in 1930s, he fell very ill, and while he was in bed, unconscious, he dreamt of a strange place resembling a forest. There, he saw trees, animals, rocks, clouds that suddenly turned into something strange, some kind of animals; magical, yet, unknown animals. He saw a pig with beautiful goat horns, a bull with a fox tail, a beetle with an elephant head, and all of them were shouting one word:
