It was a number of years ago, but when I was well into
adulthood, that one year for Christmas there was a big present… for me! I
unwrapped it to find a box that said: “Space Heater.” Wow, what a great present!
Thoughtful and useful! My young relations were giggling and said, “No, open the
box!” and inside was a stuffed Chihuahua approximately two and a half times the
size of a real one, with a sombrero on its head. And it sang, “Feliz Navidad.”
It wasn’t quite like opening a jewelry box to find a plastic toy, but it was
pretty close to opening a box of high-quality chocolates to find black
jellybeans – you think you are getting something wonderful that you really
want, and instead you get something annoying that you have zero use for.
(Apologies to my readers who actually like black jellybeans, and I promise that
I won’t question your mental state… out loud.)
I did find a use for the Chihuahua: entertaining Hardingfele’s
young daughter. Then the battery wore out, and I was unmotivated to replace it.
However, I made a Cinco de Mayo video of something approximating a mariachi
song, and the Chihuahua was perfect to star in it. Just yesterday a friend
needed a Mexican prop for a class, and I thought of the Chihuahua, but although
Travalon and I searched everywhere, we couldn’t find it. And this thing is not
small – it is just about the size of a space heater. Maybe it is at Rich’s
house, with Aloysius the demented praying mantis that sings five equally
grating vaguely Christian children’s songs? Maybe I gave it away? Do any of my
readers have any idea?
Famous Hat
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