Me and Howard was at a back table when ol’ Lefty pushes through the swingin’ doors. The boys at the bar start laughin’ and hootin’ and Lefty up and leaves. Howard says, “How come them to give Lefty such a time? One of the boys said somethin’ ‘bout Lefty bein’ dumber than his horse! Did you hear that?” Well, ol’ Howard had been ridin’ fence for a spell, so he didn’t know.

Now, Lefty was always braggin’ on his nag bein’ so smart, so we told him ‘bout the talent contest over to the opry house. We said he’d be a sure winner with that horse of his. Of course, Lefty saw fame and fortune so he signs up and on the stage he goes.

There he is, him and his horse. Lefty looks the horse in the eye and says, “O.K., boy, count to four!” So his pony lifts his nigh hoof and clomps it down…bang, bang, bang, bang! Lefty looks a little disappointed and says, kind of quiet, “Come on, boy, one more.”

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