Buttermilk Stories and Prompts

(includes an NPC)

In the middle of the Hawyee Desert sat a small burg of a town on any other day, but today was no ordinary day. The town was alive and buzzing with festivities, and no tumbleweed or sandstorm dared interrupt. As the sun sets, though, the whole town only has one interest in mind: the annual rodeo. It seems every living soul was crammed into that arena, and rightfully so if only you knew the spectacle that was to take place. The gates open, the crowd hushes in awe, wonder, and anticipation... and out race... the frogs!

"The what!?"
"Shh! Don't interrupt!"
Sally Mae threw down her handmade cowboy hat. "You done ruined the whole story!"
"No, it's just getting good! Listen!"

Indeed, the 54th Annual Froghaw Rodeo had begun, and it was gearing up to be the best yet, for this year the reigning Frog-Tying World Champion was competing, and her name was none other than Sally Mae-

"Why, that's me! "

And who was her rival? Of course the Hawyee Desert's very own champion, Froghaw herself.

"You!?"

As expected, Sally Mae galloped out in all her glory, rounding up all the frogs faster than you can say "Yeehaw!" She had done it in a record 13.8 seconds, a full second faster than Froghaw ever had. Surely there was no way Froghaw could win now, but the crowd wasn't convinced, whoopin' and hollerin' Froghaw's name at the top of their lungs. When the gates open next, every doubt is gone from the crowd's minds as their champion flies into action. In almost an instant, her job is done, and the whole arena holds a collective breath... Then, the time is posted... and it says... 13 point-

"Froghaw, Sally Mae! Dinner!"