Clarence to the Rescue
A cowboy and his camel’s work is never done!
Once upon a time, I was riding on Clarence, my best friend and stuffed camel, in the Old West. As we rode through a valley that resembled our living room, I heard a girl calling for help. There at the end of the valley, on a cliff that was similar to our couch, was a blonde-haired, blueeyed girl in a floral dress. She resembled a girl who lives in our neighbourhood. I tightened the drawstring of my cowboy hat and galloped towards her. Clarence and I stopped in front of the cliff and I asked if we could help.
She said her name was Amanda and that she was stuck. I carefully helped her down and introduced myself. Suddenly, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek! My face felt hot and I quickly untangled myself from her hug and invited her to ride back to town on Clarence with me.
Along the way, we passed through a canyon that resembled the hallway in my house, and eventually, we turned into a town, which was much like our dining room.
I helped Amanda off Clarence and tipped my hat to her. We said goodbye, and I turned Clarence around and off we went.
Later that afternoon, Clarence and I rode to the rescue—this time, with six-guns blazing, and fought off a band of outlaws who were trying to rob a stagecoach. All the passengers cheered for us.
After a busy day on the range, Clarence and I rode, tall and proud, back to our valley hideaway and lay down to rest. As I became drowsy and my eyelids grew heavy, in my mind I saw Amanda again and felt her kiss on my cheek. Smiling, I rolled over and wrapped both my arms around Clarence’s neck and drifted off to sleep.