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8. Cowboy
"What do you want to be when you grow up, Herry?" Asked his teacher.
Herry (who was only in kindergarten at the time) had thought long and hard about the question.
"A cowboy." He had answered.
The idea was appealing to him. He liked animals, and was learning to ride the horses that lived on his granny's farm. For years he held onto his dream, until he was laughed at upon proudly sporting a pair of bright red cowboy boots on his first day of fifth grade.
He never wore them again, but they're still tucked away in his closet.
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Sorry about the total randomness in this chapter! I have no idea where the idea came from, but I was out all evening and this was all I had time to write, so... yeah. I can't really see Herry as a cowboy, but for some reason I can imagine a pair of fire truck red cowboy boots sitting in his closet. xD
Thanks for reading!
