She Is My Little Minx

She is a saucebox, my little minx. I adore her! They crowded around him, expecting more. Most bar flies ready to hear a great story From this plaid-clad cowboy of few words. She has a voracious appetite, he said. There were jeers, cheers, and murmurs. She howls when she’s happy. Loud laughter now. And she thinks I am the best thing in the corral day and night. A border collie sauntered in. She sat down on the next bar stool. Sh! I cautioned her. I am trying to hear. He’s not the best thing when the black lab comes around, she said. Apparently I have now met the little saucebox.