While Lala was strapping on her spurs, Sari and I practiced dramatic poses. We are easily entertained, it must be genetic.
We tried to be cool but there is a lot to learn, being out on the range. Like when Sari and I could hear the loudest donkey hee-haws and we were afraid of being mowed down by the noisy beasts only to discover that they were mini-donkeys named cookie and oreo. Narnia!