Eventually, so I am told by my very reliable bloke, wot tells me things that I rely on to be fair dinkum, but not eventually does he tell me but apparently, eventually young Forterskew finds a horse that he can actually sit on, and wot's more, he can get onto by his'sef.
However, just as he was ready to gallop off to go mustering the ckooks in the chook pen, the station carpenter comes up and takes the horse out from under the jackaroo, as it appears that he needs it to saw some timber on. Usually the chippie is a chipper chappie, except when some sprout comes and leads his saw horses off to chase chickens with.
Looks like another day in the saddle, for Forterskew...Sorry, saddle bag, I meant!
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