The Diego family lived in a hovel on the edge of a city somewhere where everybody spoke ghetto Spanish. 1 day Cha-cha limped into the Diego family's shack. It was lunchtime and Cha-cha was starving. Mama Diego looked at Cha-cha lovingly. She coaxed the dog further in. Cha-cha's lean flesh was tender. Her blood went into the pudding & her eyes were traded to rat-breeders for salt.