New seeds

My oh my, those little punks teared up my yard, uttered the rich white woman.
To which the poor mexican gardener answered, señorita, los jóvenes siempre tienen la razón, incluso cuando se equivocan.
Im sorry , I dont speak eespaniól; get back to work, said the woman as she folded the warm earth to settle the newly planted seeds.
Señorita. whispered the gardener in disbelief. [Did you see his eyes?
Did you see his crazy eyes?]