We arrived at an Escapade a couple of days ago in Gillette, Wyoming. I was all excited to get here 'cause I thought the word "escapade" meant fun and excitement. I was plannin' to don my boots and cowboy hat and kick up my heels, but so far I haven't seen anything to dress up for. Instead, my people have been out cavortin' and I've been locked here in the RV all day and half the night by myself. They don't even get home in time for my dinner!
They're too busy buyin' stuff and greetin' old friends and acquaintances to care about me. (Notice how I've dropped the "g" from my words since I've been out west? Hey, I'm down with this western speech.)
They've promised me that in a couple of days I will see some real excitement when the fireworks go off not too far from where we're parked. It had better not be scary - grrr-r-r-r!
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