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FREE PANCHO

In taking a tour of the newly constructed crocodrilario you snake through the mangroves on what will undoubtably soon be a rickety raised boardwalk. In passing you will notice that the boardwalk passes through an area where no crocodiles can be viewed. Until you come to the concrete enclosure. In here you see crocodiles. Behind the steel bars and the linked fencing of pad locked pens are two shallow cement ponds. One has about eight small to medium size crocs, refugees from another location.  The 2nd pen contains the pictured croc. His name is Pancho and this is his solitary confinement cel.  What is Panchos crime? Just being a crocodile. He once lived in Boca de Iguanas, where he was happy and fat lunching on what ever came by. His tactical error- too many pet dogs came by and he ate them too. Now, if a dog is so stupid as to run loose where they know there are hungry crocodiles, why should this croc have to pay?  They are, after all ...  duh, crocodiles. In todays atmosphere of protecting endangered species why are these kind of measures being takin just to protect a bunch of stupid dogs? Some of these are probably the same stupid dogs that slept as their owners houses were being robbed a short time ago.  However,if we instead find fault with the stupid owners of the stupid dogs, well... same argument.  Here at "The Eye", we want to see pancho released so he can return home and do what he does best... keep the stupid dog population down. We are also currently looking for ideas on combatting the ever increasing stupid dog owner population.



LLANTERO

You should never go out in the woods alone or ever go to méxico because the wolf will eat you or for sure you will get ripped off. Or both. I was carefully driving down a back street in Mazatlan when I ran over some heavy construction wire that put four holes in my front tire.  Help!  Call 911.  No call a llantero, one that fixes tires.  He arrives on time with his truck, compressor, long metal bars, rubber patches and lots of glue.  Fifteen minutes later the tire is back on and he wants 15 dollars. Ripped off again!  So I was able to talk him into $20

ESQUIMO PYE  

She recalls little. Nothing really. The fork offered only more confusion. Some vague (miss)-recollection of much booze, a bald man, more booze and possibly some vague discussion of desires..., or not. Which was it? It must be desires! Due to her connection to the earth. The earth mother coyote sister ...cat thing. She was, of course, empassioned and thus driven into public. Assailing an unfortunate amigo to ambulance her to the medicos. He does with much promptness and dust. The Doctor gives her a band aid and sends her off amidst much career soul searching. but she recalls little. And he recalls even less. Its like Clue - Esquimo Pye in the Billiard room with the fork. We may never know what happened. A dog bite, maybe? Precision mosquitos, barbed wire escape incident, fishing accident? We tend to side with the 'another routine day' explanation.



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