Coqui

Little Coqui wasn’t much bigger than a tadpole when he came to New York with his parents. It was in the streets of el barrio where he picked up the violin.
The legend says that if you take a Coqui frog out of Puerto Rico it will never sing again, but that is not really true. Coqui still sings to the moon every time he contemplates it in the sky because it reminds him when he was in his wonderful pond in Puerto Rico. He still misses his ground, but you know mami ! either you sink or you swim! he says. He chose to swim.
Bernard often sits and listens to him play in the fountain of the park on warm, summer evenings—when the park most feels like home.