So the cowboy goes out to seek his fortune on the frontier of the old West.
He finally settles on a ranching town near the very edge of civilization.
So near, in fact, that there aren't any women to be found for love nor
money. Well, he's young and full of hormones, and after a month, he starts
getting randy, so he goes to the saloon to ask around. After a couple of
sort of nervous, whispered conversations, it comes out that you use the
sheep. Well, our hero isn't real happy about this, but he's really
desperate. He buys a bottle to nerve himself up. He goes and finds the
nearest flock, and decides that if he's going to do this at all, he's going
to do it right. He spends most of the afternoon picking out the prettiest
sheep in the flock. He shampoos her wool and ties ribbons around her neck.
Puts a little bell on her collar. He's also getting pretty drunk. By
evening, he's done cleaning up the sheep, and not thinking real clearly.
He's so proud of the way the sheep looks, he decides to take her in to town
and show her off at the saloon. He walks in with the sheep, and the room
goes quiet. Everybody's staring at the guy. And not just staring, but kinda
recoiling in shock and horror. He's ashamed, but he's drunk enough; he
slurs out, "Whassamada, I thought ever'body went out to the sheep?"
Finally, one old timer pipes up. "Yeah, boy, but you got the sheriff's girl."
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