Post by Miguel Rivera on Jun 2, 2018 12:17:11 GMT -5
Miguel's eyes widened. Hollywood?! That's where Ernesto de la Cruz people made movies! Rio, El Paso... Duckburg? Miguel's frowned. Where was Duckburg?
His confusion moved from Duckburg to Panchito's actions as the rooster pulled out a serape. He didn't quite understand how the serape would show them everything, but he put down a few dollars on the table and joined Panchito on the serape.
"Can Dante come, too?" Miguel supposed he could leave the xolo here... Dante could certainly take care of himself for a time. The boy just wasn't used to not being with Dante anymore. The hairless mutt followed Miguel everywhere--which was okay by him. It was nice to have a familiar face in an unfamiliar place.
Panchito hopped aboard the serape and waited for his new friend to climb on.
"Hold on to tus calcetines," he just managed to shout when Miguel asked a question:
Can Dante come, too?
"Dante?" Panchito had forgotten about el perro. He cast his eyes on the animal to refresh his memory. Yep, it was still the ugliest dog he'd ever seen. But, to be fair, Panchito wasn't a dog-lover. Not that he'd ever treat one badly; he didn't have a cruel bone in his body. But they were just nuisance creatures as far as the rooster was concerned.
"Ai...hokay, bring him along. But you better hold onto him, too," came the answer. Now, at last, they were ready. "Cinco, cuatro, tres, dos, uno..." At the end of that dramatic countdown, the serape shot into the air like it was fired from a gun.
Last Edit: Jun 2, 2018 19:30:45 GMT -5 by Panchito
Post by Miguel Rivera on Jul 2, 2018 15:58:22 GMT -5
Miguel didn't have to call Dante over; the xolo came automatically at Panchito's approval, sitting on Miguel's lap. The boy shifted slightly, allowing both himself and the dog to be more comfortable as Panchito began a countdown. Miguel joined him, loudly calling out the numbers with no idea what to expect from the serape.
As the blanket rose quickly into the air, Miguel instinctively clutched at Dante with one hand, and the serape with the other. Was this magic?! Miguel had never seen anything like it!
Dante wasn't used to flying. Sure, when he was in the Land of the Dead, he had a pair of tiny wings that were enough to support him, but he had no way to save Miguel should something go wrong, especially in the Land of the Living. Here, he was a normal xolo. The dog huddled against Miguel. The serape didn't feel as sturdy beneath his paws as Pepita had...
Miguel, on the other hand, was getting used to it. He had enjoyed flying on Pepita, and this was a blast as well. You really could see everything on it!
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Fists in the air, Panchito let out a whoop of delight as the serape rocketed through the air. This was even better than the roller-coasters in the park! But he wasn't up here for fun this time; better not forget what he promised to do for the kid.
"Down there is a great spot to watch the fireworks," called Panchito over his shoulder while pointing earthward, "An' this shop sells pretty little glass figuras."
The rooster wiled the serape to fly over the parks in no logical pattern, turning on a dime, swooping down and climbing again, crossing and re-crossing its own path. And all the while Panchito kept up a running commentary on points of interest.
"They have very good food here. Very spicy."
"I met a girl once right under that flagpole. Her name was Beatrice."
"The parade goes by here every day."
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2018 18:33:53 GMT -5 by Panchito
Post by Miguel Rivera on Aug 31, 2018 12:31:55 GMT -5
Miguel peered eagerly over the edge of the serape to see where Panchito pointed. Fireworks would be fun! And maybe he could get a glass figure for his mamá. He tried to fix the food place Panchito mentioned in his mind, but he didn't know how easy it would be to find from the ground. He barely withheld an eyeroll at the mention of a girl. He had no interest in girls. Only music. And a parade!
"Is there a plaza where people gather to play music?" he asked hopefully. That would be his first stop after he and Panchito parted ways. Maybe a bit more food, though, first. It depended.
Miguel was torn on what he really wanted to do, after thinking on it a bit further. This place was huge! There was so much to explore, but then he could also play music. Or food. And he needed to make sure he got some paper to write a letter home.
also known as belle, elsa, giselle, lilo, maui, mia
Panchito was enjoying himself very much. It was so pleasant to feel the wind in your feathers, and flying above the world was always thrilling. Besides the happy memories of the various spots in the park.
Is there a plaza where people gather to play music?
"Ah, Beatrice...she had the most beautiful--eh? Oh...muchacho..." The rooster was called back to the present by Miguel's question. Was there such a place? He had to think on it a bit.
"Oh, si!" Now he remembered. A hard right turn and off they were again, swooping over the heads of the crowd until they came to a long street ending in a circular area choked with tourists. The serape screeched to a halt in mid-air, then snapped it's passengers into the air like a blanket-toss, catching them again in its sack-like folds before depositing hombre, boy, and dog gently onto the pavement.
"Here," cried Panchito, pointing to a group of four Yankees in striped coats and straw hats, all singing together without instruments a song about a girl named Adoline. Panchito wasn't sure this qualified as a place where people played music, but those four sang here quite often.
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