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Wall Street Ya'll

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*Note this is a class prompt and it was part of the prompt to talk like the character. This is about a cowboy going to NYC for a week.

Wall Street, Ya’ll



I done knew somethin’ were funny when I stepped into that thar store in my ranchin’ clothes. All them folks stood thar and stared when I asked for a package of oats for my hoss, Sonny. It done cost 10 dollars! Woo buddy!



When I rode Sonny through them streets, them big fancy cars made a high, irritatin’ beep at me’n Sonny. Sonny jumped. Then we came to a big park. A buggy rode by and Sonny went pitter patter for that thar hoss. Twas a beaut. Yes-sir-ee Bob!



Then, when I tried to get into my hoo-tell room, the folks at them thar desk wouldn’t let Sonny in! I swore to Bob that Sonny would try to contain himself, but them just wouldn’t let up.



I tied Sonny to one of them metal poles outside and gave ‘im a good rubbin’. He whinnied, all high and scured-like.



The next day I woke up and Sonny wasn’t thar! I caught a look-see of ‘im around that thar street corner. I started runnin’ and hollerin’ “Sonny! Cum back now, ya he-uh?!” and folks stared real dumb-like at us. The city sure is weird.



Kaylee :hug: PLEASE COMMENT!