Hi,

No, no, no. The way I heared it, it's not about a cowboy at all! It's about this guy Roy who had a little stall that he would set up at fairs to sell sweets and stuff. But one rainy fair his merchandise nearly dissolved from the water being blown into the stall. So he added a big tent around it.

Then he found he had a hit formula! People would buy his stuff, and if they weather wasn't sunny enough, they'd stay inside the tent and talk to each other, and then they'd finish the sweets and buy more.

Soon Roy found he could finance several stalls with tents, and hire people to operate them on the fairs while he distributed the goodies. Each stall he gave a slightly different theme, and he'd name the stalls after both the talking of the customers and the merchandise, like for example "Talk with Toffees".

Of course, among the employees, these names were too fancy-full. They'd mostly just call the action the customer needed to do. Just: the "Lick", the "Bite", etc. But when Roy found his success forced him to hire another pair of hands for distributing, this meant he had to teach the new guy both names, like: the "Lilt for Lollipops/Suck".

This was less than a complete success. The new guy formed the habit of also calling the merchandise itself by the "internal names", and he tended to mix the names into one big mess. So it's no wonder that when he also proved less than polite, after a "HEY, this is licks for the Gab and Lick-Gobstoppers, yeah?", Roy burst out "One more remark like that and you're on the street! What's the matter with you? Speak in understandable sentences, will you! And would it cost you to be polite for once?"

For several hours afterwards his employee was very quite. Eventually, he really needed a bit of information, though.
"Erm?"
"WHAT?"

"Pardon me, Roy: Is this the Chat 'n Nougat/Chew chew?"


Bye
                                                                Mysha