The Three Caballeros Page #2

the Colombian cutup.

Then there's

the arapacu de pico curvo.

He's always sticking

his nose into things.

Did you ever see

such a freak beak, huh?

Speaking of beaks, what a time

two toucans have making love.

When they're beak to beak,

they can't get cheek to cheek.

Because when one toucan

turns his head...

only one toucan can.

Uh-oh. Who's that?

Oh, a thousand pardons.

Seor Donald, I would like

to have you meet...

one of the most eccentric birds

you have ever seen.

His name is the aracuan.

You'll find him most everywhere.

Eh, glad to know ya.

Pleased to meet ya.

Now, he's called the aracuan...

because of the peculiar

song he sings...

which sounds something like this.

By the way, amigo, did you know

some birds are skilled craftsmen?

Uh-uh. Is that so?

Yes. Quite a builder

is the little marrequito.

His nest may look

haphazard in design...

ah, but every single

stick and straw...

is scientifically

placed to withstand...

the stress and strain of...

well, almost anything.

Literally dotted are the shores

of many tropical marshes...

with the brilliant plumage

of the flamingo.

And now, Donald, how would you

like to hear a story...

about another bird so amazing

you won't believe it?

Oh, sure. You bet.

It's a tale told by

an old gaucho from Uruguay.

Listen.

It was early one morning

in springtime...

just as day was beginning to break.

As the sun came up over the...

Oh, but I am forgetting my story.

It was silent out there

on the pampas.

Only one little bird was awake.

From his nest came the little

hornero to see if the...

Oh, say, do you know why

this bird's called the hornero?

- No?

- Uh-uh. Why?

You see, his nest is

just like the horno.

That's the oven where we

bake our bread and our...

Oh, oh, oh,

you know who that is?

That's me, when I was

a little gauchito.

Many, many years ago, of course.

And why was I up so early?

Because I was going out

hunting all alone.

First I put on my bombachas

and tied on my chirip.

Then I slipped into my new botas.

And I put my boleadoras

where I could reach them in a hurry.

Gauchito.!

Not forgetting my hunting knife.

And now I was ready to go.

Now, the best place

to hunt the wild ostrich...

is out on the wide open plains...

on the broad, flat land of the...

Flat land?

Say, what am I doing here?

Oh, now I remember.

This day I was hunting for condor birds

high up in the mountains.

While looking around for the condors,

I climbed to the top of a rock.

No, come to think of it,

it was a tree.

Let's see,

maybe it was a rock after all.

Although I could swear

it was a tree.

Oh, what's the difference?

Let it go. Let it go.

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