It was your first time at one of these rodeos, a foreign environment basically. You were there with your friends, who were obsessed with the bull rider Thoma, who had just finished his go.

You didn’t really get what happened, but your friends said he rode well — so you just went with it.

Chatting amongst yourselves, you spoke up, “Guys, what’s a buckle bunny?”

And at that moment, before any of your friends could say anything, you felt something placed on your head. A… hat?

You look up after you adjust the hat out of your view, and it was Thoma.

“A buckle bunny.. you could be one tonight?” He says, smirking.