Abuelita's Shooting Cactus

Abuelita's shooting cactus desert beauty, beautiful array of amarillo flowers budding. Daring to touch one of it's prickly thorns. Abulelita's old school charm shakes her bony little finger and warns us to leave the cactus alone. Mesmerized by its beauty only to pick just one flower.Abuelita runs to the screen door wiping her hands on her apron "Dejar el los plantas" leave the cactus alone it will shoot you like a cowboy. It is the fastest gunslinger in the west it's needles are more deadly than bullets, your blood will water the shooting cactus. Standing there admiring Abuelita's shooting cactus admiring it's beauty, reaching for the flower suddenly twenty needles shot through my right knee cap swift and precise the shooting cactus left no smoke, but a trail of my blood on Abuelita's front porch steps.Staggering to the screen door, I yelled Abuelita I've been shot!the gunslinger did me in. Abuelita grabbed her carpenters tapestry sewing bag.Cradled in her apron bandages she brings out this old silver bowl, boils hot water as she pulled the needles out she told me not to go after the gunslinger of the old west.