Read the sentences from Barrio Boy by Ernesto Galarza. I was left alone in the room for M-E-N. I examined it with great care—the smooth enamel bowl with water in the bottom, the wooden lid with a large hole that looked like a horse collar, the small brown box up near the ceiling, the chain hanging from it. Pressed for time, I finally decided it was safe enough to try.

How does Ernesto feel?