In Teotitlan, we go to a local woman’s house to meet her family and to have comida (big meal in the middle of the day). As we are in her yard, we see turkeys, chickens, pet parakeets, and a bunny in a cage (hanging in a tree).
Always, full of questions, I start with the tom turkey and rooster in the same cage. Apparently, they are fine together as they are not vying for the same attention. Then, I inquire about the conejo (rabbit) in the tree. “Is the rabbit food?” I ask while considering his small size. I am informed that he is sort of a pet (mascota), but he is not very friendly because he is always scared.
I love the word mascota. I cannot resist thinking of the plush and plump mascots that a team might have or my own two mascotas back home.
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