A Literary Diversion

The following was written by my 11-yr-old son.
A bad dude in a cowboy hat walks into a saloon in a bad western movie. He's looking dangerous and mad. His name was Jose Noshusura and he ordered 6 jugs of whiskey and 4 jugs of beer. He spat on someones boots on the way in. and chewed his tobacco and jerky as he waited for his drinks. As soon as he got the drinks, Jose mixed them and left, spitting on the same guy's boots again. He hopped onto his steed and took a swig of his mixture as he left in a cloud of dust.
Farther up the road, a small dust devil clouded his sight as his horse tripped and Jose Noshusura landed face first in a patch of cactus. His face, now covered in sharp cactus spines, scowled angrily as he saw his steed dead, his drink jugs empty, and his tobacco gone "censored!" he cried and he instantly wished he hadn't. A sheriff appeared with a big gun in his hand. Suddenly a thief came along and hit the sheriff with a makeshift mace, made from a cactus, skewered by a big stick. He took the gun and gave it to Jose and they snuck off into some tribal Indian burial ground where they were instantly skewered by an Indian with a spear and shield, he was Chief Sitting Bull! The thief and Jose were burned in South Dakota and the wind carried the ashes away. Then the Indians, the sheriff, and the guy with spit on his boot were all very happy.