Hothead
It’s true, thought Javier, I am a bit of a hothead, but the Spanish word for hothead is not Habanero, in spite of what the redneck Texas cowboys said at school . . .
No Illegals
Hearing about the influx of unaccompanied children coming across the Rio Grande River into Texas gave Ike, who lives in Northern Idaho next to the Canadian border, reason for concern. He was pretty sure the thought of swimming across the glacier-fed lake would act as a deterrent for the pesky Canadian kids, but nonetheless, he spent most of his daylight hours in his pickup, watching. Just in case . . .
Problem Solved
Bobby Jim, a Texas resident who lived just outside Houston, kept hearing promises about a fix for oil shortages. In typical Texas tradition, he took action in his back yard–problem solved . . .
Artiste
Carmine had listed her occupation as “Artiste” rather than flower or even “State of Texas icon”. True, she didn’t actually paint or sculpt, but in the springtime she felt pretty artsy . . .
Cheerleading Camp
The girls were so excited to be at a real professional cheerleading camp; it had cost their parents a bundle. They seemed to take to the regimen fairly well, but getting everybody to synchronize all of their moves had proved to be more difficult than they had imagined . . .
Texican Eagle
Gustav learned in school that the Caracara is often called a Mexican eagle. While proud of his Mexican heritage, he was equally proud of his Texan heritage. Would it take word from the Smithsonian or an act of Congress to make it a Texican Eagle?