The lady said that Clint was a name for the strong silent type. I’m not sure what that means, but I’m not Rowdy, if you know what I mean. Now, it looks like it’s time for me to be moving on, you know? Every which way but loose. My new human came here to get me and now, I’ll be heading home with him. With my nice yellow coat, I’ll be his pale rider. Curt says he’ll love me and take care of me, no matter what, the good, the bad and the ugly.
We headed out to get in his car – it wasn’t a Gran Torino – and now, I’m feeling like a million dollar baby!
One more important thing. I’m not going to be Clint anymore. Now, my name is Flyboy Zebulun of Three Cedars. Call name Zeb.
That’s even cooler than Clint.
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