"Hey, Pepe," cried Don Pedro, "ees a bacon tree! We are saved!"
"You're right, amigo!" said Pepe as he went on ahead and running up to the tree, salivating at the prospect of food. When he got within five feet of the tree, the sound of machine gun fire erupted and down he went in a hail of bullets.
Don Pedro quickly dropped down on the sand and called out to his dying friend, "Pepe! Pepe! Que pasa, hombre?"
With his dying breath, Pepe called out, "Run, amigo, run!"
"Ees not a bacon tree."
"Ees a ham bush."