My name is Mary the Cowgirl. After having suffered the theft of our horses, my sister Pearl and I were kneeling and saying our prayers, begging God for salvation and counting our rosary beads. Suddenly we heard the thundering of livestock. We exchanged a quick look and readied ourselves for a battle. But then over the horizon appeared a welcome sight: it was the Horse Rescuers. They had come to save the day.
“Dear Horse Rescuers,” my sister and I addressed the team of gentlemen as they approached, “here’s the problem: Some thieves stole our horses while we were asleep.”
The Horse Rescuers then went out to have a look around the landscape; they told us to relax and remain calm. So Pearl and I returned to praying: we supplicated our Virgin Mother and also recited the Psalms. After that, we began sipping from our supply of brandy, just to help the time pass.
“Mary,” said my sister Pearl to me, “if the Horse Rescuers don’t come back soon, we might die.”
Eventually, the two of us fell asleep. But soon we awoke to the welcome sight of the Horse Rescuers returning. “Look, Pearl,” I cried: “they have found both of our horses, which are still alive!” My sister and I thanked the gentlemen, saying: “We don’t know how we’ll ever repay you.”
Then, as quick as they came, the Horse Rescuers galloped away again, waving their hats to us and saying, “Goodbye, Mary and Pearl.” And they blew us kisses.
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