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BULL RIDIN' AT IT'S BEST
SORACE
SPUD WHITMAN
JW Hart
Ronnie Kitchens
This is a teenager riding in Marble Falls, Texas and he looks like a pro at it!!!!
Michael Gaffney on Hollywood
TEMPORARY INSANITY
Kid leaped up off the dusty ground, Glanced left and right, then raced around. The
bullfighter in loud apparrel: Fright wig, red nose and sturdy barrel. Spied his brother oin
the fence, A dang rough ride; Bro's looking tense, Until the kid makes one last dash
and clambers up before the crash. Of deadly horns smack in the chute. "Good grief,"
kis shrieked, "what did I do?" "Ya rode that bull," his bro did say. "Or almost did. He
tossed ya way up in the air. Ya fell plumb flat. I;ll bet ya ruint your cowboy hat."
"You're worried 'bout that cowboy hat?" I'm worried 'bout much more than that. Like
why I feel compelled to climb up on these monsters, each dang time. My head was
once screwed on quite tight. But now I think I ain't quite right. My vertebrae? Shoot,
plumb detached. My legs? I reckon once they matched. Ain't real durn sure. But this I
know: My dang bull ridin's got to go. Don't recollect even climbin' on. I must'a, though,
'cause he stomped right on my brand new shirt and safety vest, huge tracks that
should'a caved my chest. I guess I must'a grabbed the rope. S'pose I had'a have some
hope. But oh-good gosh my face is sore, I must'a slammed into a door."A wooden
door?" Bro laughed, "Lord, no!" A door mebbe, like mighty Bo. That bull beaned you
like Bo beaned Tuff. I guess you're feelin' kinda rough." "Rough?" Kid squaled, "ain't
half of it. I'll tell you what: I feel like... well, I feel BAD! Can barely set here, head's
plumb dizzy. Gotta think, get my brain busy, comin' up with some excuse so the next
bull won't cook my goose." "Hey kid, it's time to climb on down to start our final
round." "Uh, jest a minute, I'll be right there. Quick Bro, think fast, ya s'pose I dare?
Approach them judges with my plea of Temporary insanity?"
Written by K.T. Etling