They Call Me Güero. David Bowles

me, I stumble as I lift my weapon:

      With a screaming whistle, the rocket hits

      the ground and hurtles toward Father García …

      OH, NO! It strikes his foot and shoots up his pant leg,

      exploding right above his knee. BOOM!

      Oh, the squeal that he lets loose! YOWL!

      The sound still echoes in my ears as I work my way

      through the long list of chores my angry mother

      has dreamed up for the rest of my summer.