There goes the neighborhood.

I live on 26^th street, which means that the neighborhood is very Mexican, even the stores are Mexican.  But one day a Japanese family moved in down the street.  Everyone in the neighborhood thought that they were strange, because for one they had a rooster for a pet.  They also dressed kind of strange, which I learned later was because of their heritage.  So one day a man who lived next door got really upset because the rooster was making a lot of noise.  The Japanese man and the guy next door got into a fight and the cops showed up and put them both in jail.  They were released the next day, but after that day everyone in the neighborhood didn’t like the Japanese family.  It was kind of crazy because people would egg their house and call them names.  My family and I stood out of the situation.  Until one day my parents saw a group of thugs spray painting their garage so my mom called the cops, but by the time the cops came the thugs were long gone.  My mom told the police about what she saw and shortly after that the police left.  The Japanese family thanked us and a week after that the family left our neighborhood, and after that everything went back to normal.