by Landon Knepp Babosa whooshed past on his customized rollerblades. “Yo patinar!” he shouted, a pugnacious smirk underneath his trunk. “It’s patino, you little jerk!” Elbert replied from his perch. The highly-educated toucan could not abide self-satisfaction derived from half-assed research. Babosa turned and came back for another pass. “Muy patinar!” Elbert fought the urge to pull out his feathers. Read More