The Aztec people have been walking everyday for months now searching for a new home.
"Look!" He exclaimed. "On the island." The people all turned to see what the priest had seen. On the island stood a tall, green cactus. Sitting atop it, unharmed by the cactus' sharp thorns was a great bird, an eagle.
Now the Aztecs were in the center of a great valley . Their leaders at the from of the long line strode once more to old highest priest.
Finally, one day their forward scouts came back to report, "There is a great lake ahead, in the center is an island".
The people all though this was a sign coming from God and they all fell on their knees, knowing this was going to be there home.