The Mutton Busting that never happened...

After an entire year of Daddy being so pumped up at the thought of me "mutton busting", the day finally arrived. I was so ready and excited to do it - even though I kept saying that "I was going to fall and crack my head open like an egg". This should have been the first sign that I wasn't going to follow through with my big talk. Here I am, all loaded up - the announcer has called my name. Time to go.
Then, I see another kid go and get dragged through the mud. It did NOT look fun. So, enough of that - I got off and walked away, my head held high. (never mind the fact that I had wet my pants in terror - I was not about to do something that I didn't want to do.

I much rather preferred to watch all the other crazy kids with no sense get dragged and trampled by sheep - much safer view from down here.

I love my daddy that he didn't make me do it, even though I knew that he really wanted me to. There is always next year...