He was sittin' in saddle, chewing a long twig o'grass thinking of nothing. That was until, Sassy stop at the table to ask what his next drink would be. "I'pose a grape sour 'ill do" was all he said. Sassy couldn't help wondering about the crazy old man. Every day sitting in the corner of the 4 Ace High Hole soda shop on that brand new saddle in his clown suit. Then she remembered Jerry telling her that the old man lost every thing but the saddle in the annual tiddley wink tour'o'ment.