Disclaimer:  This is one person's opinion on how the Elian Situation has
gone so far.  These views may not be the same as others, but who cares,
it's America!

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale.  A tale of a fatefull trip.

Elian's Mom:        Hey, Elian, let's go for a boat ride?!
Elian:                   Yeah!
Elian:                   Mom, who are these other people?
Mom:                   Friends.

Hours later....

Elian:                   Mom, I'm scared?  Why are you do this to me?
Mom:                   It's ok, darling, you'll be safe soon.
Elian:                   Mom, where's daddy? I want to be with daddy!  Crying.

Rough waters.  Raft gets tossed about.  People everywhere! 

I told mommy I was scared.  Now she left me.  I'm tired of floating
around.  "Mommy! Where are you!"  I knew if I stayed with dad, things would be better.

Rescue!

Uncle Laz:       I'm your Great Uncle Lazarro Gonzales. 
Elian:              Funny, he has my same name.  Funny, they all have my name. 
Uncle Laz:       Welcome to America, son.
Elian:               I'm not your son. 
Uncle Laz:       We'll take you to Disney World and give you a bike, and you can play with others like you.
Elian:               They're not like me. What's with all the cameras?  I must be special.

Meanwhile. 

Uncle Laz:       Let's make this kid the center of our cause.  We
can use him to thumb our noses at Castro.
Cousin:            Yeah, we can do that.  How do we make the kid look happy?
Uncle Laz:        Like I said, let's take him to Disney World.  Parade him around.  Treat him like Jesus! No, better yet, Moses.

Big Government arrives: Uh, you see Mr. Gonzales.  We need to send Elian back to is Dad.
Uncle Laz:          No way, dude.
Big Gov:            You must let us.  This is not a custody case, he needs to be with his father.
Uncle Laz:         No way, dude.
Big Gov:            Let the courts decide.
Uncle Laz:         That's right, dude.

Back at the Gonzales camp.
Uncle Laz:         Hey, look at all the people with their Cuban flags.  Look they have pictures of Elian on them!  This is what we want, quick, get the camcorder!

Elian's bedroom.

Uncle Laz:        Ok, kid, look into the camera and tell us how much you like to live here with your uncle and Cousin.
Elian:                I really like it here.  You have Disney World and I have a bike.  I get to eat 3 or 4 times a day. I learned how to make a peace sign. But, they won't....
Uncle Laz:        That's enough now.  Thanks.  By the way, you are cute, kid.

Media alert.
Elian likes America!  He's happy here!  Look at the tape!  He has a nice warm bed and stuffed animals.  This is where he belongs.

Crowd outside:  Wooohoooo!  We're proud to be Cubans!  Up yours Castro!

Back in D.C.

J Reno:         We need to get the boy back with his father.  It's the only sane thing for the kid.  Look at what's going on.  They're brainwashing the poor child.
Some Aide:  The court says he must stay in the country.
J Reno:        Then we must reunite him with his father.

After a few wierd days of visa hunting, Juan Miguel Gonzales arrives in the states.
"Oh, what a fine place.  Land of the oppressed." "Now get my
son back!"

Havana Cuba
Down with America.  Burn the flag.  That country sucks!

Washington
Well?

Miami
Let's take Elian for a walk around the block!
Crowds chanting, cameras rolling, signs bobbing.
Elian:           Why do they like me so much?
Cousin:         Because you are the chosen one.  Oooooh.  I not feel so good. I must go to the hospital.

Elian sits in his strange room at night. "I want to be with my Dad," he
thinks.  "All is fine here, but I do miss him and my little brother."

"Down with Castro" chants the crowd.

Uncle Laz:     Let's have another beer. 
Squatters:      Here! Here!

Washington
Let's get him.

Miami

Uncle Laz:     Negotiations are going nowhere.  I can't have him see
his father.  Too risky.  He might even like the guy.
Cousin:         Yeah, you're right.  Let's get some sleep.

BAMN!  Let's kick it up a notch!
INS:            We're coming in!
INS:             Uh, we're here!
Cousin:        Eeeek!
Uncle Laz:    Get out you scum sucking American pigs!
INS:             Give us the kid!  Search the house!  Point, but don't shoot them guns, you might scare an adult!

Bustin' into Elians room!
INS:             Freeze!
Some proclaimed Elian cousin:    Don't Shoot!  Don't look in the closet!
INS:             Freeze!
Elian:           Whaaazuuuup!
INS:             Whaaazuup!
INS:             Give me the kid!
Another "family" member":         No way. 
Sees the gun.
Another "Family" member:          Ok. Here, take him. 
Elian:           Whaaazup!
INS:             Let's get the H__l outta here!  We're going to see your dad!
Elian:           Yeah!

Virginia
Elian:           Daddy!
Jaun Mig:     Son!
Elain:           Disney World was great!  That Uncle Laz guy is kinda wierd!
Juan Mig:     Yeah, but you like the dirt and grime of ole Cuba.
Look, I brought Mommy2 and Little Bro.
Elian:           Yeah!
Juan Mig:     Let's get a picture!
JM Lawyer:  Smiles everyone, smiles!

Media
Oh the horrible way they took the child.  Oh the humanity.
How dare they point a gun at the wall next to Elian! 
But, look.  Pictures!  Look at how happy the boy is! He's likes Daddy!
Their staged pictures!  Not like the ones from Miami!
Who cares, the trauma of taking the boy.
The trauma inflicted by the Miami relatives!
Oh the poor boy. 

Washington
The saga continues.  Miami relatives are in town.  Elian and Dad are in
town.  The courts must decide on something, but we do not know.  They say custody.  Usually the child goes to the immediate living family member, that would be Juan Miguel, but this is America and the Miami faction is quiet clear that burning tires is a good way to show their support for the extended family!

Good Night!   To be continued....