You heard a familiar loud voice in the front of your house with your Aunt Eller, a voice that you could've sworn belonged to a bullfrog singing in a swamp!

Taking a look through the shutters, you saw a cowman you've grown to loathe but love. Curly McLain, there was no denying it was him by that charming appearance and voice. How insufferable the no sweetheart lying curly headed bum!

You walked out with a basket full of fresh laundry, putting them up slowly on the wire, Curly struts over, his hands on his belt buckle.

"Well, look who decided to show up."