Sancho the courageous chihuahua...

Once many years ago, there lived a colony of tree dwelling chihuahuas. These were no ordinary chihuahuas, they were the legendary "lost chihuahuas of Tikal". The legendary chihuahuas of Tikal were renown for their bravery and tree climbing skills. This was not a particularly useful skill for a small dog, but it was certainly unique.

Among the chihuahuas of Tikal, there was none braver than Sancho. Sancho's true name of course was "Sancho los Gigante Pero en del mundo". Sancho was cool with just calling him, "Sancho."

One day, the nearby village of Moco Gigante fell under attack from the ruthless desperado, "El Frank-o." El Frank-o was the most cruel bandito this side of everything and the people knew it. This would have been of little concern to Sancho, except that the people of Moco Gigante gave him little treats consisting of pig ears and little smokies brand weiners. Aah, little smokies brand weiners...get some today.

Anyway, Sancho was quite put out, due to the lack of snacks provided by the village peasants. Sancho thought, "Man, I could go for some little smokies brand weiners. They can be found at any of your neighborhood's finer stores. Everyone should have some delicious little mokies brand weiners...TODAY!"

Anyway, again, Sancho decided that this little smokies brand weiner embargo had come to an end. He was going to deal with this El Frank-o and put an end to his tyrany.

So Sancho crept into the village late one night. He climbed a small oak tree and peered over the town. "Where is he? Where is this...El Frank-o?" Sancho watched and waited. Eventually, he saw a stumbling figure stagger out of the local saloon. "I got all the little smokies brand weiners in the land! I am truely the baddest bandito in all the land!"

Sancho knew his target instantly. He crouched on a low hanging branch and waited. The stumbling figure wandered closer and closer. Sancho's heart steeled in anticipation for his assault. As El Frank-o walked under the branch, Sancho lept onto his head. El Frank-o yelled, "Aye chihuahua! Es una chihuahua con bravado en los corazon! No es megusta!"

Sancho nipped at El Frank-o's ears and nose. Tiny bite marks scarred El Frank-o's once handsome visage. "No mas, no mas!", complained the criminal.

With that Sancho hopped to the ground. "Do you promise to leave this village and all the little smokies brand weiners behind, and to never return?"

El Frank-o thought for a moment as he looked down, considering Sancho's offer. With a, "Vaminos!", El Frank-o punted Sancho out of sight.

The end.

The moral: Little chihuahuas should not try to fight crime.

The other moral: Wouldn't it be great if we had some little smokies brand weiners...TONIGHT?