Day 190 CJSM

Day 190

 

 

Becky and the “Bucking bronco” in the pool.

The only way to that wild beast was to put him

in a “butt-tie”

 

 

Having a pool in the back yard is just---Great! Such gives incentive to get the “chores” finished so the afternoon could be enjoyed swimming. But, when a wild-stallion comes thundering out of the western blue to offer “rodeo” challenges to the “kids”, well, now, the immense pleasure intensifies. Thank God I never hurt anyone; I require “adult” supervision.

 Slapping the water with open palms in a rhythmic 1 – 2 – 3 gallop beat announcing the arrival of the demon beast white stallion rearing to give bucking-bronco rides; the kids were ready as they oohed and aahed at his presence promising wild adventure. No fear for either.

 Becky was the brave one who would haze the brute force into a corner of the pool as he reared and pawed the air spraying a hurricane of roiling water at her as she attempted to corral the beast. Once “somewhat” subdued from her tenacious efforts never relenting to the awesome challenge, the girl would “metaphorically” lasso the equine with a pretend lariat; after more rearing and water drowning bucks, she would settle him---then…the monster would try to “bite” her! For this chicanery on the part of the recalcitrant beast, Becky invented a dreaded “butt-tie”.

 This device which she roughly “tied” to his posterior with vicious hands of steel and pointed jabs of tough fingernails to the poor beasts hind-quarters, incapacitated the wild animal so she could mount his back; untying the restraining lariat and freeing the “butt-tie”, the horse would paw the water drenching his unwelcome passenger and the leap forward in a wild tirade of rearing and bucking trying to dislodge his burden. She was good---very…Good!

 Sometimes the beast would roll in the water; no dice; rodeo star Becky-roo held her seat.

 Finally, one fine day, the white stallion did a “hand”-stand and then continued the momentum in a summersault after telling the child that he would buck her off with a “brain-buster”! Voila!

 Off she went, scared of pounding her fragile head on the hard pool bottom.

 Soon enough the intelligent girl declared the “brain-buster” trick cruel and unusual punishment. (She was old enough to use the phone, so the “not-totally-stupid” equine acquiesced to her fiat and the only dislodging maneuver the stallion had was quickly retired; I didn’t want her to report me to the “1-800/ damn parents” child abuse hotline.) Thankfully, she didn’t know about it! If the rodeo star had known, I’d have gotten 7 – 10!? I did not tell them “everything”!

 So, for many years the thrill continued for the wild beast, the rodeo star and the spectators as the thundering hooves beat the water to a froth announcing his challenge. Wow!

 

Thank you! Girls (and, Nanny for allowing it). I wouldn’t have missed it!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “splish-splash” Memories!