Atongla Rothrong
The cowgirl’s back from hibernation. You see it was such a rush year end that yours truly never got a dime of a second to jot down on any sort of adventure. Anyways, what matters is that I am back, still alive and kicking. Right dudes???
Well!! Here goes, Sundays being a “Banned Day” me and my amigos” i.e. My Cowboys: don’t wanna hang out (for whatever reasons, best known to them specially Cool Cucumber). Either ways, Cowgirl has helluva sagas to keep you up to date. On the outset, today’s dairy will be just to highlight all and sundry about the bringing in of the ‘Cowgirls’.
‘Tiny Gremlin’ has a penchant for losing things, specially the green papered kind $$$$$. Believe it or not, she’s never heard the word ‘wallet’ in all her living years, according to the words of ‘Giant Phoo’. Yeah! And ‘Spoilsports’ will second that because she has been a witness to it umpteen times. But no matter what, she has the powers of her voice being heard, though you can’t see her. ‘Giant Phoo’ has the knack for humming to black tunes deported all the way from the deserts of Kalahari and Mount Kilimanjaro.
‘Big Molly’ comes ace when it comes to messin’. Holy Smoke! Her nap sack (actually her daily carry- hand bag) is oh so blood red, added to it being huge and I mean colossally, that faint hearted people might mistake it for a body of a victim during a bar brawl, ready to be taken to Booths Hill. I know being a Cowgirl the size is ‘too much yah!!’ but then you know she’s like that only. God forbid, if after reading this she turns up with a parachute like sack.
Here’s another lassie called ‘Juke bang’, she’d rather listen to honky-tonks blasting then to horses neighing or gun’s splintering or hit the Rodeos. Then comes ‘Calm Send’ who has only recently been immunized to whateva!! but still needs more time to make up for lost sleep long pending. The “Cowgirls” need to in actuality scurry up a symposium in order to mobilize time.
One character you cannot miss to love is ‘Momma Love’ who’s the proverbial mother hen, and a prime example of the saying ‘smile and the world will smile at you’. Honestly, in the name of all the forces that is wild ‘N’ rowdy she’s the one who keeps us fit and healthy for any emergency outbreak of gun slinging in the neighborhood. Then, there’s this ‘Crit Chic’ who’s usually on the come and go, cuz she has been given charge of the ranches way beyond the blue. Her tongue lashing is faster than the sling of her bullets, that’s her trademark and this is what makes her a rare kind of outback girlie.
Well, since all the above titled lassies make up the “Cowgirls” as of now, yours truly cannot be called a cowgirl in order to discern myself so a unanimous decision have been made to Christian me ‘Wild Spoilsports’, and oh dude, I’m loving it, ahhh I mean being a ‘Cowgirl’.
One of the adventures that can’t get out of my mind is the certain ‘Sunday’ day when me and my secludedly kept so far “COWGIRLS” were so itchy for junk foods, you know…like chips, channas, and any other packed foods. I’ll bet many of you if not some have gone through playing the game of “Hide ‘n’ seek” while dotters? Well that’s more like it, because we had to go all the way, behind the doors, walls, forget about the curtains to get through, you know, our appetite never runs dry and so we raided the ‘Great Admarams’ store to satiate our hunger. And oh boy! He does speak the Yankee lingo with a twang. Guess we have to continue listening to his nasal cavity voice so long as the DMC decides to have a change of plans huh. And so in the meantime let me round up the Girls, I mean ‘Cowgirls’ for a toast to a great circle bigger than a Rodeo Drive inn.
