High above the mesa, the vultures were circling. They’re coming for me, thought the lost cowboy. His pony died this morning. He had been without water or food for days. He shamefully began to eat the horse.
“Lemonade’s done! Where's that flyswatter? And why do you have the dog’s ear in your mouth?” asked Mom.
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