rjgimp wrote:Ol’ Roy Rogers had a birthday coming up. His wife, Dale Evans, decided for his birthday she was going to give him a fine new pair of cowboy boots. So, she hired the best bootmaker and demanded the finest leathers and sturdiest stitching that could be found. The resulting boots were the most magnificent any cowboy had ever laid eyes on.
On Roy’s birthday, Dale made her grand presentation of the boots. Ol’ Roy was so excited at receiving such fine boots, he donned the boots, hopped on Trigger, and rode off into the mountains to try them out. Sometime later, Dale saw Roy dragging himself back onto the ranch completely frazzled and torn, and to her horror, she noticed that the fine new boots had been chewed to shreds.
“Oh, Roy,” Dale cried. “What happened to you?”
Barely able to speak, Roy struggled to reply, “Well, I was out in the mountains when a big cat jumped out of nowhere and took me down. The boots’ leather was evidently so new that it attracted the cat’s attention and he ripped into them while they were still on my feet.”
Dale was so irate that she grabbed her gun, jumped on her horse, and tore off into the mountains. In not too much time, Dale returned to the ranch dragging the carcass of a large cat behind…
♪ “Pardon me, Roy. Is this the cat that chewed your new shoes?” ♫
♪ Yes, Yes! That's the dang lion,
Boy, he loved those boots' shine! ♫
If Trigger were hurt in the encounter, would they have taken him to a horsepital?
Tom