Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In deserts heart, where shadows play,
The Cactus Whisperer found his way.
With whispered secrets, he roamed the land,
In prickly tongues, they took their stand.
Those sassy cacti, with humor grand,
Spoke in riddles, their pricks so planned.
“Talk not of water, but tales of the sky,”
They fluffed their tufts, and let out a sigh.
A tumbleweed danced through the sun-baked air,
While cactus caps chuckled, without a care.
“Dear Whisperer, have you lost your ear?”
They teased and taunted, with voices near.
Yet armed with patience, he took his chance,
To decode their words and join the dance.
For in their mischief, unity grew,
In cactus charms, adventures anew.
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