But it was too late because the jolt of the landing came before Cream could let go and the next thing she knew she was on the ground some 15 feet from Spunky and still holding the horn.
“Uh, I think you’re just a little horse” says Cream, “but luckily I grabbed that magic wand you used on yourself (as she pulls it from her pocket) maybe I could use it on you now, but what should I say?”
Just as Spunky was getting into stride a lasso cinched tight on her neck and at the other end of the rope was the not so rural goat roper Cleetus, to which he exclaimed “Whoa little horsie!”