One day Bingozo came up to Zia.
“What is it, Bing?” Zia asked her small son.
“Mommy, Friana is chasing me and she won’t stop!”
“That’s because he took my bunny and now I can’t find it!” Said Friana, running up behind Bingozo.
“Where did you put her bunny?” Zia asked Bingozo.
“I’ll show you, but don’t tell anyone!” Bingozo lowered his voice to a whisper and took Zia’s hand. He lead her to his bed. “Under here,” he whispered, pointing under the bed. Zia looked and saw a collection of stuffed animals, toys, and dolls that she knew were Friana’s.
“Dear, you’ll have to give these back to Friana.” Zia told her small son.
“Then I want all of my toys back!” He said indignantly. Zia peeked under Friana’s bed. Sure enough, there was a collection of cars, toys and action figures that belonged to Bingozo.
“You two better give back each other’s things,” Zia told her two children when Friana came to the doorway. “That way everyone will be happier.” The children did as she had suggested and all was peaceful for a few days. Gregino worked on his career, Zia cared for baby Sprite and Bingozo and Friana played train, played with their toys or played in the sand to amuse themselves. Zia personally liked when they didn’t play train, because when they did, just walking down the hallway could be dangerous. Bingozo or Friana would come rushing around the corner yelling “CHOO-CHOO!” at the top of their lungs and usually ended up running right into people or things in their way.