“Cowboy up, cupcake.”
“All right cupcakes listen up!”
“None. I think we should send a country some cupcakes. You think some cupcakes would cheer up North Korea? Kill 'em with deliciousness.”
“Shut up, cowboy."Yes, ma'am."And give me a kiss."Yes, ma'am.”
“But growing up hadn’t been all cupcakes and parties, and he could remember wishing for a different life.”
“For that pony had got tangled up in the cowboy's heartstrings a heap more than that cowboy wanted to let on, even to himself. He couldn't get away from how he missed him.”