Trigger and Silver have just met up in a meadow. Let's listen in, shall we.
Hey, fella--how ya doin'? I see y'all ain't got that carbunkle on your back.
Yeah, the Crooner. He had his hands full of guitar, his mouth full of song as I cantered along. Went under a low branch and BAM! Left him strummed out, belly on a bough.
How 'bout you? You look a little light.
Uh huh. That Uncle Geronimo turncoat redskin buffed a high shine on the saddle. Then Mr. HiHo did a yank my head up one hand bye bye. His raccoon faced mug bounced off my butt as he slid earthward.
I galloped away.
Always follow the last order given. Calvary training.
Why you Big White Thing, do you know how studly you sound? I mean, are you with anybody these days?
Well, Blondie--there was someone once, back east.
Philly--but she turned out to be a nag. How 'bout you?
Me? Marey!? You gotta be kidding.
I gave Buttermilk a churn--found out prancin' to a different hoofbeat is the way for me to trot.
Oh? Well that being the case maybe you would be interested in some old Indian pony tricks I Scouted out along the trail.
The long, hot, dusty, sweaty trail.
