(Part 3)

The cattle moved off at a trot,

I convinced Misty to trail behind,

As I try to build her confidence,

And sooth her fragile mind.

My dog is working pretty good,

So I don’t ask much of the filly,

Just follow the cows down the trail,

And don’t do nothing silly.

 My dog sneaks in to heel a calf,

His momma wheels around,

And with an angry blood curding bawl,

Charges at the hound.

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Things got kind of interesting,

Because my pony was real sure,

That; fire breathing, Angus demon,

Was coming straight for her!

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