The Cowboy slowly put his jacket back on, every joint in his body cracking as he moved, and zipped it up. Nancy not only believed his story, but understood what he meant when he said it was a curse, not a blessing. She quietly thought for a moment, then looked into his white eyes and kissed him. A crack of thunder broke the moment, Nancy stepped back as a gust of wind cut between them, and The Cowboy’s cheeks puffed like a balloon, and then popped as he howled with laughter. Nancy’s face gushed with red as she realized he didn’t mean a literal curse.