In the very early days the island of Bohol in the Visayas region, the area covering most of its ricefields was originally flat land. What bothered the farm folks at lenght even up to now, is the extreme climatic changes affecting the region which have caused untold difficulties for them. During the onset of the dry seasons, much of the ground there would be extremely dry and hard, they nearly always broke their backs trying to plow the fields. Even more troublesome was that the local farmers had to force themselves to work the fields while sweating continuously under the tremendous heat of the sun. On the other hand, during the progress or the rainy seasons, the fields and the inroads would be extremely muddy, it was slippery to walk around. It was only during the autumn harvest time that the rice fields come alive once more with the tall palay shoots growing everywhere that makes the whole terrain looked verdant green - so pleasant a sight to see, one readily forgets about the hardships one had to go through in the previous months.
One day, according to the old folks there, there came two giants from two opposite sides of the island, One came from south end and the other from the north tip of the island. Fearing for their lives, the people left and settled in remote areas of the island. It had just rained a while ago that the field was muddy everywhere. The giant from the north began to pick some of the mud, made a ball out of it and then hurled it at the giant from the south. It hit his left shoulder. Wanting to get even with him, the giant from the south quickly retaliated by throwing a similar ball of mud right into the face of the other giant. For sometime they kept hurling these balls of mud at each other that hit their bodiesr then fell to the ground that went on for hours. Then both went out of their wits and charged towards each other. The people just stood and watched the fist-to-fist fierce fighting between the two giants with no one letting up. Finally, they punched each other out for good. One after the other fell to the groundand died.
what was left of their fighting were hills upon chills of the round balls of mud they hurled at each other. After the fight, the farmers. came back to the fields, first to bury the two giants, and then went on to lead a peaceful farm life once again.
During the dry seasons, up to now one can see for himself these brown hill ranges stretching for miles and miles across the island that looked like candy chocolates when watched from an elevated view point. These hills are now more popularly referred to as the "Chocolate Hills" of Bohol, one of the marvels of nature, making it one of the prime tourist spots, to wit. Nonthelest, as harvest time comes, these chocolate colored hills turns verdant green once again as the palay shoots out from the hills that make up these fields, giving everyone a renewed zest for living.
"Hey, you there! This is my land!" declared the giant from the south, "Get out of my land at once! Find your own elsewhere!"
"No! I am not going to leave. I came here first!" insisted the giant from the north. "You should be the one to leave!" "No! I am not going anywhere! just get away from my land!" shouted the furious giant from the north thumping his feet on the ground at the same time.
It had just rained a while ago that the field was muddy everywhere. The giant from the north began to pick some of the mud, made a ball out of it and then hurled it at the giant from the south. It hit his left shoulder. Wanting to get even with him, the giant from the south quickly retaliated by throwing a similar ball of mud right into the face of the other giant. For sometime they kept hurling these balls of mud at each other that hit their bodiesr then fell to the ground that went on for hours. Then both went out of their wits and charged towards each other. The people just stood and watched the fist-to-fist fierce fighting between the two giants with no one letting up. Finally, they punched each other out for good. One after the other fell to the groundand died.
what was left of their fighting were hills upon chills of the round balls of mud they hurled at each other. After the fight, the farmers. came back to the fields, first to bury the two giants, and then went on to lead a peaceful farm life once again.
During the dry seasons, up to now one can see for himself these brown hill ranges stretching for miles and miles across the island that looked like candy chocolates when watched from an elevated view point. These hills are now more popularly referred to as the "Chocolate Hills" of Bohol, one of the marvels of nature, making it one of the prime tourist spots, to wit. Nonthelest, as harvest time comes, these chocolate colored hills turns verdant green once again as the palay shoots out from the hills that make up these fields, giving everyone a renewed zest for living.