Monday evening the barn on the Ponderosa, after a hard day's work the horses are settled for the evening
Chub: What's all that about, aint it the third time he's been in here gussying you up?
Cooch: So what about it?
Sport: *snorts* See what all that grooming does Chub, that pony's not a pinto at all it's a grey, them dark patches are 'black holes' into which all the white skin and hair has disappeared.
Sport/Chub
Buck
Cooch: Listen here 'Red' l gotta look good for my interview with NEIYS.
Chub: What in tarnation's a nays?
Cooch: Only 'Nevada Equine Inside Your Stories', that's what.
Sport: Take no notice Chubb, kid never heard of them till yesterday.
Cooch: Sure l did, you don't know everything Grain Head, you always think you are above us, just coz AC's been to college don't mean nothing, it's what he does with his butt in the saddle that matters.
Sport: His butt does very nicely thank you, you just can't take being the 'butt' of a joke.
Chub: Well he's sure as shooting above you, shortshanks.
Buck: Fella's settle down now, Cooch if you want to look good tomorrow you'd best get some shut eye.
Cooch: You're right 'Pa', they bringing one of them likeness thingy's...hey, which do you think is my best side?
Buck: Either side is fine, now get to sleep.
Chub: Yer always in sucha dang hurry ta get anywheres, l reckons on yer backside, that's all l gits ta see...
Sport: You said it Chubb
*Cochise tries to nip at Sport, fails so kicks out at the dividing wall.*
Buck: l said settle down, all of you, don't let me have to say it again.