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?

worried that he is in the wrong room
unsure about the new experience
confused about the use of the chain
troubled by the size of the hole.