The world of this barrio  was a particularly small one. So it's only proper that expletives preceded the reference to "the world." Indeed, the village was full of fucking shit—and Stupid Samuel was deep in it.

Given his narrow frame and mind, how would Stupid Samuel free himself from this mess? Lucky for him, he was in his usual naked state when this happened: he did not have to worry about dirtying his clothes, if he had any, symbolically speaking. Literally, however, his nakedness left him prone to exposure. In fact, it's his insistence on being unclothed that often got him into so much trouble. 

Fresh from climbing out of a shitty scandal, Stupid Samuel should've known better than to be thrown into another one. But what could he do except exclaim "Mierda!"  to refer to the shit he landed in.

If anyone asked Stupid Samuel, he would say he's innocent in all this. After all, a nude ten-year-old pygmy lacked the power to do enough harm—especially with a name like "Stupid Samuel."

The most he could do, perhaps, was to destroy some girl's sensibilities, which were too delicate to be handled. Stupid Samuel could never figure them out. The blame always fell on him like a fly seeking a pie. 

In this instant, the odious insect appeared in the form of Mona. She was the meat grocer's daughter who lived in the hut nearest to his and had become his playmate once in a while. Although she didn't point to Stupid Samuel as the perpetrator of the crime, Mona had her fingers in his burrito.