The Three Caballeros Page #3

My sharp eyes soon discovered

the nest of a...

Psst! Gauchito.!

The nest.

I could tell from the wings he was...

he was a least five meters

from tip to tip.

The biggest condor bird

in all of... Caramba.!

What's this?

I couldn't believe my eyes.

No, it couldn't be.

But there it was.

I was looking face to face

with a flying donkey.

The donkey bird didn't seem bashful.

He flew right up close to...

Quick, Gauchito.!

Now! Get him, quick!

Aha. Got him.

Now, now. Easy, easy.

This donkey should be worth

a fortune.

I couldn't let him get away.

So I made up my mind that I'd catch him

if it took me the rest of...

Now I had him!

Hold him, Gauchito.!

Ride him, cowboy!

He acted just like he was loco,

but I was an expert, of course.

He thought he could

throw this gauchito...

but he soon found out

who was the boss.

Psst, Gauchito.!

Who is the boss?

I decided to train him

for racing...

far out where nobody could see...

'cause I planned to win

thousands of pesos...

for this little burrito and me.

I made brilliant plans for the future.

We'd live like a couple of kings...

and I'd be the world's

richest gaucho...

with my hands full

of big diamond rings.

Ah, macanudo.!

Okay.

This burrito was tame as a kitten.

He was learning new tricks every day.

You should see how he begged

for my mate.

He liked it much better than hay.

Then we soon fell asleep

by the campfire.

We both were as tired

as could be...

and tomorrow was very important...

for little Burrito and me.

For this was the day of fiesta.

The gauchos were happy and gay.

They danced the zamba and gatos...

and gambled their pesos away.

While the crowd sang

and danced in the plaza...

I just stood in the shade

of a tree...

and watched them toss coins

at the sapo.

But this game meant nothing to me.

Some others were rolling the bochas

and betting on games of this kind.

But I didn't join in these pastimes.

I had something bigger in mind.

- Ay, caballo.!

- The race was about to begin...

and the grand prize was 1,000 pesos.

The gauchos were howling

with laughter...

when they saw us

come out on the track.

I whispered,

"Remember the wings, Burrito."

Oh-oh-oh-oh!

Not yet! Not yet!

The gauchos and horses

were all on their toes.

We were off with the speed of a bullet.

We flew down the track like the wind.

Every gaucho was, uh, uh...

Meanwhile, Burrito and I were,

uh, uh, jockeying for position.

Gauchito.!

They went that way.

That way.

No wonder they laughed.

I didn't even look like a jockey.

Hey, Gauchito.

Come on.

Look like a jockey.

Pepito, the pride of Mendoza,

was setting a furious pace...

and Fuego, Gordito and Pingo,

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