Maybelline was a pretty blonde with four white stocking feet. And Scoot, an older gelding whose good sense was hard to beat.
Well, Maybelline and Scoot were down in Goblin Valley way. The trail was long and winding. They’d be gone most of the day.
Maybelline said, “Scoot, I’d like to make a small request. I see it’s almost lunch time and these cowboys need a rest.”
Then Scoot replied, “I guess you’re right. These cowboys like to eat. We’ll stop here for an hour; get them off the saddle’s seat.”
Two cowboys stepped on down and moseyed over to the rocks. They pulled out fish and crackers from an overstuffed lunch box.
Then Maybelline said, “Scoot, do cowboys always eat canned fish? It’s all I’ve ever seen ‘em eat. Must be their favorite dish.”
Well, Scoot said, “Maybelline, a cowboy is a different lot. There’s no predicting what they’ll eat. Their stomachs must be shot.”
“And cowboys must be bashful, quite unlike both you and me. Each time that Mother Nature calls they go behind a tree.”
Then Maybelline said, “Scoot, you’re right. Sometimes they’re quite absurd. But my rider tells a story better’n any song I’ve heard.”
Scoot then smiled, “Well, Maybelline, does he stretch it just a bit? I heard my rider say to him, ‘I think you’re full of @#&*’!”
Both horses gave a belly laugh. The riders looked their way. Each rider shrugged his shoulders, said, “That was a funny neigh.”
Then Maybelline said, “Scoot, those cowboys really have no clue. ‘Cuz if they knew what we’d just said for sure we’d both be glue.”
Scoot said, “If it weren’t for us those cowboys would be lost. The best thing they’ve seen happen is when our paths were crossed.”
Maybelline said, “Scoot, those cowboys move just like a snail. Let’s get ‘em in the saddle ‘cuz it’s time to hit the trail.”
Then Scoot said, “Maybelline, I’ve sure enjoyed our ride today. We’ll get these cowboys back to camp. That’s where they keep the hay!”
– Bryce Angell
