It was our sister-in-law’s birthday, and we decided to throw her a piñata-themed birthday party.  We got the piñata somewhere in a deep recluse of San Jose, a place decorated with the fabulous colors of the rainbow. We marched in with confidence and demanded from the cashier, give us the most surprising piñata you have! This isn’t for a scanty 9 nine year old! This is for a grown woman with too much talent to measure! And so the cashier looked at us and pondered and smiled and said I got just the thing and went to the back. When he came out, he gave us a commonplace donkey piñata. We gave each other a skeptical glance and readied ourselves to leave until the cashier yelled, but wait, it’s what’s inside that’s makes the piñata. You just have to see. Not wanting to waste more time on this search, we paid the man his due and trotted off.

The party was in full swing. We hung the piñata from the backyard tree and got every one to gather around. The first swing is for the birthday girl! She stepped up to the hitting spot, was blindfolded and given a bat. She coiled back and with all her might, swung at the piñata. Whack! It broke in two, and then out came a donkey, dazed and confused at first, and then frantically jumped over the fence and trotted away.