Inside a bright museum, a little plush rhinoceros zooms across the floor. Tap-tap, tap-tap go his stumpy legs.
Tap-tap, tap-tap go his tiny hooves on the shiny floor. He zooms right past the giant map!
He spots a big flag on the wall. Blue and white stripes flutter. "This will do!" he squeaks.
He wraps the flag around his shoulders like a cape. He zooms—then trips over the long hem and tumbles into a soft heap.
Pipo brushes himself off and looks up. A glass case gleams—he wants to see what's inside.
Boing—he bounces right off the window. "Okay, one more try," he thinks.
A flash of green wings—chirr-chirp! A real bird zips past his nose.
The bird flits out the open door into the garden. Pipo follows, hooves pattering on the stone path.
Chirr-chirp! The quetzal perches on a branch. Flowers nod around them like they're waving hello.
He picks a bright red flower and tucks it deep into his stitched heart. "There you go," he whispers.
Pipo walks home with his head held high. The red flower peeks out from his stitching.
He carries Costa Rica right there—inside his stitched heart. Tap-tap, tap-tap, all the way home.
