Because I didn't send a card.

I always fancied myself a cowgirl; actually I fancied myself a particular cowgirl, Cowgirl Marie from Texas. I wore a vest to match this self. It was fringed and it looked like leather. I would come to Ontario to visit sometimes. Every time I came to visit the Kane family in Ancaster, Lynn would be away visiting the ranch in Texas. It was a terrible coincidence that we never met.

I met another cowgirl though, an older and wiser one. She reminded me of Sissy Hankshaw on account of her prominent digits and her pretty face. She kept a bunch of pigs, but hated pigsties. She raised a couple of asses, and loved them all the same.

Even cowgirls get the blues. She takes care of me every time I do.