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Don Chiche’s trip
“Are we there yet? Don Chiche is hungry! He needs to eat a quindim at the Fenadoce!” said Nenena, hugging her polar bear plushie as hard as her
little arms allowed, her big brown eyes glaring at her parents from the
backseat of the Fusca. Her older brother Nico, sitting right beside her, shook
his head and rolled his eyes.
“We’re almost there, Nenena. Tell Don Chiche he’ll have to wait just a
few more miles,” said dad.
Nenena approached her mouth to the bear’s fluffy ear and reported the
news. Immediately afterwards, she plugged the bear’s pink smile to her own ear
and listened.
“Don Chiche asks if we can take a photo with Betty the Ant.”
Nico snorted.
“Sure, dulzurita. The three of you can take all the pictures you want,”
said mom.
Nenena placed Don Chiche on her lap and straightened up his bow tie. It
would be so much fun to meet Betty the Ant, Fenadoce’s mascot, thought Nenena.
Maybe they could all go on a picnic together after watching Betty’s music show.
“Are there caramels and bonbons there too? Don Chiche wants to know if
the Fenadoce is really trully the biggest of all candy fairs in the universe.”
“That’s true, princesa. There’s all that and much more: chocolates,
toffees, cupcakes, and all kinds of sweets you can imagine!” said mom.
Nenena and Don Chiche exchanged a sparkling glance.They began bouncing
and swirling, celebrating in advance the fantastic fiesta of music and play
that awaited them, complete with singing ants and cotton candy trees… until the
moment she accidentally stepped on Nico’s foot. And that was it. It was Tug Of
War time, and Don Chiche was right in the middle of the vendetta.
Nico pulled.
Nenena kicked.
Nico cursed.
Nenena bit.
And out went Don Chiche, flying through the window, landing right in the
middle of route 35.
“Don Peche!” cried Nenena,
standing up on her seat, banging the Fusca’s back window with her tiny fists,
as her eyes filled with tears.
Dad stopped the car, jumped onto the road and ran to save him. But
-alas- he didn’t get to poor Don Chiche on time. The whole family watched as his
red bow disappeared under the massive wheels.
They all held their breaths, while the gigantic beast passed by on
torturing slow motion. Nenena’s heart hurt so, she thought it would break. And
it almost did. Almost.
Once the monstrous truck disappeared down the road, there emerged Don
Chiche, alive and well, his smiling face gleaming at them all.
Dad carried Don Chiche on his shoulders, bringing him back to the car,
where he was greeted by all with a feast of hugs and kisses, like a victorious
soldier returning from war.
Don Chiche spend the whole weekend in Pelotas
like a king, treated with all the respect and honors that corresponded to
someone in his position. He got to savor as many quindins and sweets as his
furry heart desired, took a hundred pictures with Betty the Ant and experienced
all the joys a bear can live with his loving family.
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