Coco the Chihuahua Celebrates Cinco de Mayo
By Bill Conley
Moral of the Story:
History teaches us who we are and where we come from.
We celebrate to remember bravery, unity, and freedom.
Even small victories can make a big difference.
Be proud of your heritage—it’s a story worth telling.
In the heart of the colorful town of
Puebla Pines, lived a little Chihuahua named Coco. Coco was full of energy,
loved spicy tamales, and had a bark much bigger than his size.
But what Coco loved most of all was Cinco
de Mayo.
It was his favorite day of the year.
There were streamers, music, dancing, parades, and piñatas. But Coco also knew
something even more special—Cinco de Mayo was a celebration of courage and
unity.
On the morning of May 5th, Coco
bounded out of bed with excitement. He raced to the kitchen, where his mamá,
Pepita, was already stirring a pot of mole sauce.
“Mamá! Today’s the big day!” Coco
barked happily. “Are we going to the plaza for the celebration?”
“Of course, mi amor,” Pepita said
with a smile. “But first, let’s remember why we celebrate.”
Coco’s ears perked up. He loved
learning from his mamá.
“Many years ago,” she began, “a
small group of Mexican soldiers stood together to protect their land in the Battle
of Puebla. Though they were outnumbered and poorly equipped, they had
courage, pride, and a love for their country.”
“They were like tiny Chihuahuas
barking at giant bulldogs!” Coco exclaimed.
Pepita laughed. “Yes, just like
that! And do you know what happened? They won the battle. That’s why we
celebrate Cinco de Mayo—not because it was the biggest war, but because it
showed what unity and bravery can do.”
Coco’s eyes sparkled. “I want to be
brave like them!”
Later that morning, Coco put on his
red mariachi vest and walked proudly into the town square, where the
festivities had begun.
The band played, dancers twirled in
colorful skirts, and the scent of sizzling street food floated through the air.
Coco saw his friends—Lola the Llama,
Diego the Donkey, and Felipe the Flamingo—practicing for the parade.
“Come on, Coco!” Diego called.
“You’re leading the flag march!”
“Me?” Coco gulped. “But I’ve never
led anything before.”
“You can do it,” Lola said with a
wink. “Just think of the Battle of Puebla.”
Coco took a deep breath. He
remembered what his mamá had said: bravery doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. It
means doing the right thing, even when you are.
As the music started, Coco held the
little Mexican flag in his mouth and stepped forward with his friends behind
him. People clapped and cheered from both sides of the cobblestone street.
He felt proud—not just because he
was leading—but because he was honoring those who had fought long ago.
After the parade, it was time for
stories in the plaza. Señor Armando, the wise old owl, told everyone about the
history of Mexico, the spirit of the people, and why even small victories
should be celebrated.
Then came the dancing, the food, and
of course—the piñata!
Coco gave the piñata a mighty whack,
and candy flew in every direction. He shared his treats with the smaller pups
and even saved a caramel for his mamá.
At sunset, the townsfolk gathered
for one last song. They sang about Mexico, about bravery, and about the love
they had for one another.
As Coco curled up next to his mamá
that night, he whispered, “Today was the best day ever.”
Pepita kissed his head. “You made it
special, Coco. You showed courage, shared kindness, and remembered the meaning
of Cinco de Mayo.”
Coco yawned and smiled. “I’ll never
forget.”
Poem:
On the fifth of May, we dance and
cheer,
For courage shown year after year.
Small but strong, we stand with pride—
With love and history on our side.
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