(Lol sorry, I'm in an Australian mood today so here's another 'Aussie' story)
Prompt: Write a story inspired by a poem either in story, style, or setting.
(Mine is inspired by the Australian poem 'Clancy of the Overflow')
(Word Count: 419)
I rode along the sunlit plains, whistling. My spirits were lifted by the beauty of nature, the cheerful chirping of birds, the calm grazing of the cattle and the feel of freedom. Overtaken with joy, I let out a whoop of delight, earning me a wary look from some of the cows. Oh well, let the ol' fools look, nothing can get me down! As I breathed in the fresh mountain air, I gave a sigh of satisfaction, then leant forward and gave Max, my chestnut stallion, a pat on the neck, saying,
"We wouldn't give this up for the world now would we Maxi boy. 'tis a much better life than any of those fools hunched over a desk in der great cit-"
I was cut off by an alarmed bellow. I watched as one of the cows leapt up and began to run off. Darn beast, musta been spooked by a mouse or something.
I flicked the reins with a delighted,
"Ha!"
Max, as eager as I was ta do some wrangling, galloped as straight as an arrow from a bow. I flicked my lasso into my hand and narrowed my eyes as we got closer to the crazy creature, gauging the distance. I flicked my lasso into the air and began to twirl it in the air with such ease as only a true drover would 'ave. Almost there... I nudge Max closer with my knees. Now! I threw my lasso forwar' and watched, filled with satisfaction as the loop fell perfectly over the 'ead of the beast and tightened. Still ensuring that we kept pace with the beast, I began to slow the pace with the easiness that one does after many years of practice. We got slower and slower until at last the beast halted, stomping the ground in it's indignation. I lazily flicked the rope at it,
"come on 'ere yer lazy beast".
Wheeling around Max, we led the cow back to the herd which, surprising, had only continued to graze, with only a few cattle that had drifted slightly away from the group. I pulled the tied beast near and slipped the rope off. Then, with a holler not unlike that of a cowboy, I turned Max around and guided him around the herd, waving my hat at the beasts that had strayed away and pushing them back into the lot. As the wind whipped through my hair, I gave another whoop of pleasure. I wouldn't neva give this up for anything.
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