Hola, amigo! I am Taco the Toucan, the one with the loud beak and the sharper wit. I perch high in the canopy where the fruit is ripe, the view is broad, and everyone below gets to watch my feathers shine. I speak with pride, a little flair, a little edge — because when you've wings and color, it feels right to let the world know.

Yes, I admit: I’ve been impatient. I’ve teased, I’ve planned tricks, I’ve expected others to move faster, understand me quicker. Adam the Armadillo? He’s often my target for humor — yes, even traps. I like the thrill of being clever, of being noticed, of having that sense of superiority that comes with being bright and bold.

But I’ve also discovered something: tricks, superiority, flamboyance — they can isolate. They can cause hurt. And when I had to work together with Adam, when my plans failed, I saw that cooperation, humility, kindness — they matter far more than being loud or flashy. A laugh shared is better than a joke at someone’s expense.

So if you like, come perch with me on a tall branch. Watch the sunrise over the leaves. I’ll let you in on some pranks — but only if you promise I’ll learn to temper them with kindness. Because I want to be more than just the flashy bird with big beak; I want to be someone others feel safe around, and perhaps even proud of.