I cannot help myself. One of my favourite stories is about Roy Rogers and the mountain lion, and it seems a good time to tell it again.....
"Roy Rogers and the film crew were about to commence filming in a little town in the mountains. It was Roy's particular habit to ride in on Trigger ahead of the crew, partly as extra publicity but mainly because he loved being made a fuss of when he paraded down the street and people recognised him.
As he rode down Main Street he noticed an old style bootmaker's shop with a fine pair of new boots in the window. He went over and looked at them and decided he needed to try them on, as they were the fanciest boots he had ever seen. As it happened they fit him perfectly.
He was so pleased he decided he had time before the crew set up to take a little ride out of town, wearing his new boots. He went a ways into the hills, but as he was passing a big rock a mountain lion leapt from it and knocked him off his horse onto the ground. It sank its teeth around the heels of his new boots, yanked them off him and ran away with them in its mouth before he could draw his Colt and get a shot away. Trigger just galloped off leaving Roy sitting in the dirt.
Roy shuffled his way back to the town, headed straight for the local saloon, and proceeded to get drunk. He felt so humiliated that he could not be persuaded to start work on the filming, staying drunk at the bar for several days.
Then on the third day the saloon's doors swung wide open and a huge, hairy mountain man came in. He had a dead mountain lion slung over one shoulder, and in his other hand carried a pair of slightly chewed fancy boots.
The saloon fell silent. The man walked over to Roy at the bar, tapped him on the shoulder, and started to sing:
"Pardon me Roy, is this the cat that chewed your new shoes?"
