Chaves 📢

One afternoon, a stray dog wandered into the courtyard. It was a mangy, sad-looking thing, with one floppy ear and ribs showing through its fur. Quico screamed. Dona Florinda threatened to call the dogcatcher. But Chaves just knelt down. He didn't say a word. He pulled the last piece of his bread from his pocket—his dinner—and held it out.

Don Ramón, the unemployed, eternally grumpy but secretly soft-hearted man, was Chaves’s reluctant guardian. He’d grumble, "Go away, boy, before I give you a whipping!" But every night, when the neighborhood went quiet, he would leave a half-eaten tamale wrapped in a napkin on the edge of the barrel. Chaves would pretend to be asleep, waiting until Don Ramón's door clicked shut before crawling out to get it. He knew it wasn't half-eaten. Don Ramón had saved it for him. chaves

Chaves climbed out, Pé de Pano in his arms. As Don Ramón hustled him inside, the boy looked back. Quico was carrying his old blanket. Chiquinha had a warm cup of soup. Professor Girafales was holding a towel. And standing in his doorway, pretending to check the rain gutter, was Seu Madruga. One afternoon, a stray dog wandered into the courtyard