The three rats sat at a table in the cantina drinking tequila.
“You do it first, she’s right over there,” said Pedro.
“You loco, man, the first time she see me she scream!”
The third rat thought a minute and adjusted his sombrero. He took a swig from the bottle, sauntered over to where the señorita danced with a dude.
“Hey, señorita,” he squeeked. Pedro and Roman were snickering and slapping their thighs.
He tugged at her petticoat to talk to her.
“Rat!” she screamed, “kill it!”
He scampered up her leg and hid in her petticoats.
“Just a dance?”
The word is loco. The word limit is 100.
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