There the pinata stood, and the border patrol marveled at the offering. There was a murmur among the ranks as each man discussed what should be made of the magnificent offering. Then, from the patrol's ranks came Billy-Bob Laoco'on, a man of noble lineage from the blood of Mississippi's royal family. He stood before the crowd and spoke these winged words; "Men of the border guard, fall not for this elaborate ruse; no Mexican ever gave up so easy, nor has any such propitiation been offered by an enemy at war. It can only mean bad news; so heed me now, noble Americans, and do not tear down your high walls to bring in this ill-conceived offering. Be prudent! Make no fatal mistake, my friends, now that we think the Immigrants have left for good to their own cities." His words sired a commotion among the crowd, but Poseidon, the Earthshaker, heard his daring words an silenced him; from the sagebrush came two chupacabras, their backs bristling with green spines, and ate the man whole, along with his two unfortunate sons, and faded back into the countryside. The patrol stood in mortified silence. None spoke, but they understood this omen all the same. To reject this offering was against the will of the gods, so great was the Mexican's festive sacrament. So tear down their wall they did, as the malevolent gods looked down upon them, watching them seal their unhappy fate.
