Pancho Rabbit and the Coyote: A Migrant's Tale (Tomas Rivera Mexican-American Children's Book Award (Awards))

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by Duncan Tonatiuh




  A young rabbit named Pancho eagerly awaits his papa’s re- turn. Papa Rabbit left two years ago to travel far away north to find work in the great carrot and lettuce fields to earn money for his family.

  When Papa does not return home on the designated day, Pancho sets out to find him. He packs Papa’s favorite meal—mole, rice and beans, a heap of still-warm tortillas, and a jug full of fresh aguamiel—and heads north. He soon meets a coyote, who offers to help Pancho in exchange for some of Papa’s favorite foods. They travel together until the food is gone and the coyote de- cides he is still hungry . . . for Pancho!

  Award-winning author and illustra- tor Duncan Tonatiuh brings to light the hardship and struggles facing families who seek to make better lives for them- selves and their children by illegally crossing the borders.

  One spring the rains did not come and the crops could not

  grow. So Papá Rabbit, Señor Rooster, Señor Ram, and

  other animals from the rancho set out north to find work

  in the great carrot and lettuce fields. There they could earn money for

  their families.

  Many harvests went by, and it was finally time for Papá Rabbit to

  return home. His family was preparing a big fiesta. Everyone on the

  rancho was excited to see him, especially Pancho Rabbit, his eldest son.

  “I heard Mamá telling Señora Duck that Papá saved enough money

  in El Norte so that he won’t ever have to leave us again,” Pancho told

  his brother and sisters. They were helping Mamá cook Papá his favorite

  meal: mole, rice and beans, a heap of warm tortillas, and a jugful of fresh

  aguamiel.

  The musicians arrived and began to tune their

  instruments while Pancho and his sister hung papel

  picado to decorate the patio. The Rabbits’ friends

  from the rancho began to arrive.

  They listened to the música. They ate some mole. And they waited

  and waited, but Papá Rabbit did not appear.

  “He must have had a late start,” said Mamá Rabbit.

  “Maybe the weather was bad and he had to find shelter,” said

  Pancho’s youngest sister.

  They waited some more, but still Papá Rabbit was not to be seen.

  When it was dark, the musicians and the guests said their good-byes

  and headed home. “Your papá will certainly arrive by morning,” Señora

  Duck told Pancho and his family.

  After waiting and worrying long into the night, the Rabbit family

  finally went to bed. Except for Pancho. I have to find my father, he

  thought. He packed Papá’s favorite meal: mole, rice and beans, a heap

  of still-warm tortillas, and a jugful of fresh aguamiel. He placed it in a

  mochila to carry on his back and headed out.

  Pancho followed the stars north. After walking awhile, he met a

  coyote. “Good evening, little rabbit. Where are you going?”

  “Good evening, Señor Coyote. I’m going north to meet my papá,

  who has been working in the carrot and lettuce fields,” replied

  Pancho.

  “It’ll take you days and days to get there on this trail,” replied the

  coyote. “I can show you a shortcut. That is, if you give me that sweet

  and spicy mole you have. I smelled it a mile away.”

  Pancho did not wish to give his father’s mole away, but he missed

  him terribly. “As long as it gets me closer to Papá,” he said, and he let

  the coyote have it.

  The coyote led Pancho to the train tracks. As the sun rose, he showed

  Pancho how to jump onto a passing car. The train was running so fast,

  poor Pancho almost fell off!

  They rode atop the train, zooming through the countryside. When

  the train slowed for a curve, Pancho and the coyote leaped off .

  “We must now cross this river,” said the coyote.

  “Señor Coyote, I don't know how to swim,” said Pancho. The water

  was murky and rushed by very fast. He was scared.

  “I can help you reach the other side,” said the coyote, “but I will be

  exhausted after I do. Once we are across, I will need to eat the rice and

  beans you are carrying to regain my strength.”

  “Fine,” said Pancho. “As long as it gets me closer to Papá.”

  The coyote picked up a tire that was junked on the riverbank. Pancho

  gathered all his courage and held on tight. Splash! They jumped into

  the river! The coyote helped him float to the far bank. And although he

  did not want to, Pancho gave the coyote the rice and beans, just as he’d

  promised.

  The sun was high in the sky now. Pancho and the coyote walked on

  and soon reached a very tall fence that separated the South from the

  North. It was impossible to jump or climb over. “There is a tunnel we

  can use,” said the coyote, “but the snakes watch it. If you give them the

  tortillas you are carrying, I’m sure they will let us through.”

  “As long as it gets me closer to Papá,” Pancho said and sighed.

  The coyote talked to the snakes. They agreed to let them pass but

  demanded every single one of Pancho’s tortillas. Pancho and the coyote

  entered the tunnel. It was dark, narrow, and very long.

  When they emerged, Pancho and the coyote were on the north

  side of the fence. They were in El Norte! The afternoon sun beat down

  on them, and there was no shade. The coyote pointed to a hut in the

  distance. “We can spend the night there,” he said. “In the morning I will

  take you to the great carrot and lettuce fields, and there you will find

  your papá.”

  Pancho and the coyote walked under the desert sun. Poor Pancho’s

  feet ached. “Give me some of that aguamiel you have, little rabbit,” said

  the coyote. “I feel dizzy. If I don’t drink something, I will collapse and we

  will never get there.”

  Pancho gave the coyote some aguamiel. The sand and air were

  scorching hot, and Pancho felt dizzy. He was very thirsty, and he drank

  the remainder. “As long as it gets me closer to Papá,” repeated Pancho to

  himself in a daze.

  When Pancho and the coyote reached the hut, it was dark. The

  coyote built a small fire for light and warmth, because at night the

  desert is freezing cold. “I am so hungry after all that walking,” said the

  coyote. “Do you have any more mole, little rabbit?”

  “No, Señor Coyote. You ate it all.”

  “Any more rice and beans?”

  “No, Señor Coyote. You ate them all.”

  “Any more tortillas?”

  “No, Señor Coyote. The snakes ate them all. There is nothing left, not

  even a drop of aguamiel.”

  “In that case,” said the coyote, “I will roast you in the fire and eat

  you!”

  With a cry Pancho leapt for the door. He was the fastest animal back

  on the rancho, and normally he could outrun the coyote. But he was

  tired from the lo
ng journey. He could not reach the door. He could not

  reach the window. All he could do was huddle in a corner as the coyote

  slowly approached.

  Suddenly the door was thrown open. Who entered but Papá Rabbit,

  with Señor Ram and Señor Rooster! They soon had the coyote racing

  outdoors and far away with his tail between his legs.

  “Panchito! Mijó!” said Papá Rabbit, and he gave Pancho a hug.

  “I thought I would never see you again!”

  “A gang of crows attacked us,” said Señor Rooster. “They took the

  money and gifts we were bringing back to our families and left us

  stranded in the desert.”

  “We heard your cries for help,” said Señor Ram. “Your papá

  recognized your voice. We ran to you as fast as we could.”

  “Papá!” said Pancho. “I am so happy to find you. And I know the

  way home!”

  So Pancho led Papá Rabbit, Señor Rooster, and Señor Ram home.

  When they arrived, there was a big fiesta. There was mole, rice and

  beans, warm tortillas, fresh aguamiel, and música for everyone on the

  rancho.

  Pancho told his brother and sisters about all the dangers he and Papá

  had faced. “Please don’t leave us again,” said the Rabbit children. “We

  were so worried for you.”

  “I don’t want to leave you,” said Papá Rabbit, “but the crows took

  all our money. If it doesn’t rain enough again this year, and if there is

  no food or work here on the rancho, what else am I to do? I will have to

  leave again.”

  “And I will come with you,” said Pancho.

  “We will all go with you,” said Pancho’s brother and sisters.

  “Let’s hope it rains,” said Mamá.

  Author’s note

  In Spanish the word coyote has two meanings. It is the name of an animal, but it is also slang for a person who smuggles people between the U.S. and Mexican border.

  I am fortunate in many ways. I was raised in a middle class family in Mexico. My mother is Mexican and my father is American. I have dual citizenship and I can enter and leave the U.S. and Mexico whenever I choose. I was able to attend high school and college in America. Most of the kids in my colonia, or neighborhood, in San Miguel de Allende are not so fortunate. They did not expect to go to college or pursue careers. Their highest expectation was to become albañiles, to carry bricks and mix cement as part of the workforce. Many left for the U.S. by the time they turned eighteen years old.

  When they came back to San Miguel (either on their own or having been deported), they told stories about eating snake when they ran out of food while crossing the desert, or of waiting for days in a shanty house in a border town for the coyote to show up. One of my neighbors—we used to play hockey with sticks and limes from a tree—died of dehydration while trying to cross.

  According to a 2010 Pew Research Center report, 11.2 million undocumented immigrants live in the U.S. Most of them are from Mexico, Central America, and the Caribbean. An average of 150,000 unauthorized immigrants enter the U.S. each year. The number was triple that in the early 2000s before the economic recession.

  According to Amnesty International, immigrants leave their home countries mostly due to po- verty and lack of opportunities at home. They come to the U.S. looking for work and for a better life for themselves and their families. Immigrants pay coyotes exorbitant fees and risk their lives to reach their destination. They encounter terrible dangers throughout their journey. Central American im- migrants travel around five thousand miles on top of trains to cross Mexico. They are often victims of gang violence because they lack protection from the authorities due to their unauthorized status.

  Some migrants never reach their destination. According to the American Civil Liberties Union and Mexico’s National Human Rights Commission (Comisión Nacional de los Derechos Humanos, CNDH), between 350 and 500 migrants die every year from violence, drowning, or dehydration while crossing the desert to reach the U.S.

  Illegal immigration is a complicated issue that involves the U.S., Mexican, and Central American governments and societies. On the one hand the immigrants’ home countries have to improve living conditions and create better opportunities for their citizens so that they are not forced to look to the outside for answers. On the other hand the U.S. needs to admit its dependency on undocumented workers to do much of its manual and domestic labor and to provide legal and safe working opportunities for those seeking employment. Undocumented immigrants are a huge and important part of the U.S. workforce. According to a Pew Research Center study in 2005, 7.2 million undocumented workers were working in low skilled and often grueling jobs, like farming and construction. Only 31% of U.S.-born workers hold those occupations.

  Undocumented workers earn less than their American counterparts. More than half of adult unauthorized immigrants (59%) had no health insurance during all of 2007. Because of their unauthorized status, they are forced to live in the shadows and they are scared to seek protection against unfair and unscrupulous employers.

  There have been developments in immigration reform in recent years, both pro and anti- immigrant. The harsh legislation of SB 1070 in Arizona, for instance, targets immigrants. There is also legislation like the DREAM Act being discussed, which will offer a way for undocumented immigrants that came to the U.S. as children to become lawful permanent residents after they complete a number of years in military service or higher education. Yet, no comprehensive reform that gets at the root of the issue has been created.

  We often hear of immigrants in the media, however too often with negative and sensational tones. Undocumented immigrants are often equated with terrorists and drug traffickers, when in reality almost all immigrants are hard working people trying to provide for their families. In 2008, 94% of undocumented immigrant men of working age were employed, compared to 83% of U.S.- born men.

  We seldom see the dangerous journey immigrants go through to reach the U.S. and the longing that their families feel for them back at home. It is my desire that Pancho Rabbit and the Coyote: A Migrant’s Tale captures some of that sentiment; ironically, the animals convey the human emo- tions and side of the story. I hope this book will help teachers, librarians, and parents spark con- versations with young people about this critical issue.

  Further, there are an estimated 1.5 million undocumented children in the U.S., and according to a 2011 Pew Hispanic Center report, in 2008 there were 5.5 million children of illegal immigrants in U.S. schools. I think that a lot of those children will relate to Pancho Rabbit.

  References and websites where you can read more:

  • http://pewresearch.org/topics/immigration/

  • http://pewresearch.org/pubs/1876/unauthorized-immigrant-population-united-states-national

  -state-trends-2010

  • http://pewresearch.org/pubs/1190/portrait-unauthorized-immigrants-states

  • http://www.pewhispanic.org/2006/03/07/size-and-characteristics-of-the-unauthorized-migrant

  -population-in-the-us/

  • http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/29/AR2009092903212.html

  • http://www.amnesty.org/en/library/asset/AMR41/014/2010/en/8459f0ac-03ce-4302-8bd2

  -3305bdae9cde/amr410142010eng.pdf

  • http://www.cndh.org.mx/Informes_Especiales

  GLOSSARY

  • aguamiel: a drink made from the sap of the

  maguey plant

  • El Norte: literally “The North”; in Mexico,

  an informal way to refer to the United States

  • fiesta: party

  • mamá: mother

  • mijó: a contraction of mi hijo, “my son.”

  It is used as a term of endearment.

  • mochila: backpack

  • mole: a sweet and spicy sauce made with chil
es,

  peanuts, and unsweetened chocolate among

  other ingredients

  • música: music

  • Panchito: little Pancho; an endearment

  • papá: father

  • papel picado: perforated paper. It is a

  decorative Mexican craft made from paper

  cut into elaborate designs. It is often

  hung from string and used prominently

  at parties and on holidays like Día de

  los Muertos, “the Day of the Dead.”

  • rancho: ranch

  • señor: courtesy title similar to Mr. in English

  • señora: courtesy title similar to Mrs. in English

  • tortilla: a thin corn pancake-like disk

  To Guadalupe, Yolanda

  (my mamá Duck), las patronas,

  and to the journey.

  THE ARTWORK IN THIS

  BOOK IS HAND DRAWN, THEN

  COLLAGED DIGITALLY.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Tonatiuh, Duncan.

  Pancho Rabbit and the coyote : a migrant’s tale / by Duncan Tonatiuh.

  p. cm.

  Summary: When Papa Rabbit does not return home as expected

  from many seasons of working in the great carrot and lettuce fields

 

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