Coco loved to dance. She danced everywhere she went. Her mother told her to go to the corner store and see Mr. Hernandez, the grocer. She danced down the street. All of the old ladies would stop and stare at her.
“Is she dancing?” they would ask. “Coco loco”.
Coco knew how to move her body and her hands and her feet. Everyone she met remarked on her ability to move.
“Is she dancing?” they would ask. “Coco loco”.
One night a boy came to her house and asked her to the dance in the town that night. A big band was coming from out of town, there would be drums and guitars and saxophones and bongos.
Coco said yes, she would love to go to the dance.
So they went. Coco put on her red dress and red shoes. She put a flower in her hair and wore her silver bangles on her arms. When they got to the dance the whole town was there.
