They said the chupacabra was hiding in Miami and one night we woke up at two in the morning and were sure we'd heard it and ran outside with the baseball bats we'd been hiding under our beds just in case we saw it and then we thought we did and crossed the street and swung our Louisville Sluggers at the trembling bush harboring the chupacabra and didn't stop hacking away until we were sure it was dead and when we were sure dropped the bats and reached into the bush and grabbed the chupacabra by the fur and held it up to the moon, and it wasn't until after we'd wiped away the blood that had dripped down and covered our faces that we realized that the mythical creature we had valiantly killed didn't look like the terrifying, sharp-toothed, red-eyed, diabolical chupacabra, but like our neighbor's white rabbit if the chupacabra had torn it to shreds and caved in its skull and popped one of its eyes out of the socket.

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