El Peneca #2392

Peneca raised his trusty sling-shot and took aim at a mailbox, but it veered off course and struck a man instead. The man stumbled backward, clutching his forehead. Panicked, Peneca sprinted home, his heart racing with every step. But his respite was short-lived, as the injured man appeared at his doorstep, pounding on the door and bellowing, \"Open up!\" Peneca hesitated, and then a mischievous idea struck. He grasped a nearby hairbrush and held it up to his nose to emulate a mustache. With a straight face, he declared, \"I'm afraid there are no kids living here. I'm the only man living here.\"