Side note about perrito: Perrito is a small dog of unknown, likely mixed breed. He has mottled merle fur with patches of brown on his face. He has large turquoise eyes that reflect his trusting and innocent nature. He has a small gray muzzle, crooked teeth, and a goofy smile. He has one bent ear. He wears a dirty sock as a sweater. Perrito is a happy-go-lucky, optimistic dog whose goal is to be a therapy dog in the future. He is easily trusting and naive, but he never fails to see the best in everyone and everything. He views his abandonment as a game, and willingly tells his tragic story as if it were a funny anecdote. He is endlessly loyal and persistent in his desire for friendship, even in the face of others' hostility. He has proven to be sympathetic when he comforts Puss through a panic attack. He is appreciative and grateful for the little that he has, expressing disinterest in the wishing star even when Kitty suggested that he deserved the wish most.
Now here is the story.
"Once upon a time, a wishing star fell from the sky and landed in a forest.
On impact, the star scorched the trees, and the forest became known as the Dark Forest. From then on, no one went inside—and no one came out.
However, the wishing star lay hidden deep in the Dark Forest's center. It promised to grant one wish—and only one—to whoever was lucky enough to find it.
Of course, this is a fairy tale. And real life is way different from fairy tales. Right?"
"The cat Puss in Boots needed no introduction. But in case you forgot, he was a legend who went by many names: Diablo Gato. The Furry Lover. El Chupacabra. Friskie Two-Times. The Ginger Hitman. And of course, Puss.
Such an accomplished cat needed well-deserved praise. But even more than praise, he needed a party! Puss was preparing for the Fiesta del Puss in a cliffside mansion in Del Mar.* And like any party of his, it would be great.
*In case you're wondering, "How did Puss get a cliffside mansion in Del Mar?" do not fret—all will be revealed soon! Just put your trust in Puss.
Puss stood outside the ballroom, preparing himself for the party. Though already equipped with his cavalier hat and trusty sword, he needed to practice all his moves to bedazzle the socks—and boots—off of everyone.
"Tcha tcha oo, cha," Puss said, mimicking a fencing lunge. His paws moved swiftly and accurately. "Oh yeah, I'm good," Puss reminded himself happily. He was ready for the fiesta!
Puss waltzed into the banquet hall to meet his guests. He shimmied through the throngs of attendees, admiring all the partygoers as they danced to the live band.
"Welcome to my fiesta!" Puss said. The partygoers, all decked out in strange and fine rags, held up their merriment to the sky.
"Make yourselves at home," continued Puss. "Eat."
He picked up a kabob from the food spread and waved it around, pretending it was a sword. The crowd went wild.
"And drink!"
Puss leapt and flipped onto nearby barrels. With one clean swipe of his sword, he uncorked three barrels of lecheand watched as the drink cascaded downward.
The partygoers cheered. They filled their glasses to the brim with leche and sang Puss's praises as he made his way through the crowd"
"And we do mean through the crowd. Puss traipsed over a few outstretched palms, a hook, a hoof, and a child's face.
"Papa! He stepped on my face!" the child cried.
