A big, big buenos dias to all my friends out there. I am not writing this myself, I have been made to dictate my words to a small strange bear wearing a black dress and a mantilla who I am told by Napoleon Polo claims to be a genuine spanish typist and translator. I do not know why Napoleon thinks I need someone else to write because my english is very, very good and I do not need anyone else.
So. Anyway. My name is Paco, but my mamma calls me Pacolina, which means little Paco. I am not so little as all that and my feet are very big, which is a sign of beauty in a bear, and also very good for kicking people who are annoying. I am from Malaga in Spain, but I was forced to leave by the Vatican police who objected to me hiding under the catholic nun's habits and tried to take me away to prison. You do not know how awful that is. The Inquisition had nothing on these guys and gals. I hear that they slit your seams and take out your stuffing.
I was only hiding so that they would not catch me for the tiny bit of shoplifting I did in the bakery - all those churros and that hot chocolate were such a big temptation. In the end, it was all too much for me so I went to the airport and sat on a shelf in the shop and then I saw my mamma and I knew she was the one for me so I jump in the shopping basket and I come to Cornwall.
This is the beginning of my life here.
Soon I will tell you of my life as a young bear, the poverty and sadness and the depths of despair. For now, adios and hasta la vista.
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