shiny car and offered double what Pereza had paid in the first place.

“Bueno.” Pereza yawned.

The ink wasn’t even dry on the papers when Dinero’s eyes turned hard as rusty coins. “Chicharrón, you must leave. There’s soon going to be a huff and a soplo, and down goes your silly casa. Just look over there.”

A bulldozer rumbled along.

Pereza was hardly out of his straw house before the machine chugged and churned and Casa de Paja was flat.

“Foolish Chicharrón, you would have gotten five times more for this land if you weren’t so lazy. But I caught you napping.” Dinero laughed and laughed as he tacked up a sign: FUTURE SITE OF A NEW HOTEL.