Cowboy Calum and the Big Secret

Written by Patty Beecham

There was once a boy called Calum, and Calum was his name, and he spent his day riding horses, and brushing their long mane.

Calum was a cowboy and a good one at that; he could gallop with the cattle and wore a fancy hat.

(Do you know a boy named Calum who likes to ride horses?)

Calum rode them in the morning; he rode them late at night.

He rode them around the garden, holding the reins very tight. All day long he would shout: “Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!” until his voice was quite hoarse. His mother smiled. His daddy smiled. His dog didn’t smile too much.

One day, Calum, for that was his name, called his little dog over to him. “Come here boy, let’s play cowboys.”

But the little dog hid beneath the bed. Calum looked high and low, but he couldn’t see his little dog anywhere.

On another day, Calum, for that was his name, called his little dog over to him. “Come here boy, let’s play cowboys.”

Then the little dog hid under the table. Calum looked high and low, but he couldn’t see his little dog anywhere.

On another day, Calum, for that was his name, called his little dog over to him. “Come here boy, let’s play cowboys.”

Then the little dog hid behind a tree. Can you see him? No, I can’t either.

Calum called to his little dog again, in a big, grown up sort of voice. “Come here boy, let’s play cowboys!” The little dog came over to Calum, and licked his hand. Calum smiled.

“Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!” he said, until his voice was quite hoarse.

“I’m bucking! I’m bucking,” he shouted, and he threw his hat into the air, with a yeeha and a wahoo!

“I’m bucking! I’m bucking,” he exclaimed, and he threw his hat into the air, with a yeeha and a wahoo!

His little horse (which was really his dog) lifted his rear legs and stomped the ground with all his might. Calum held on tight. It gave him a fright but he held on - just right.

Calum realised that although he was having fun being a cowboy, what he really wanted was a cowgirl. A friend to share the good times with, high on the saddle.

He looked at his baby sister Lillian. He imagined the day they would play together, he on his horse (which was really his little dog) and Lillian on her horse, beside him.

This was his Big Secret. One day, Lillian would grow up to be his little sister and a cowgirl. He couldn’t wait.

All day long he would shout: “Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!” until his voice was quite hoarse.

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