Angel and Monty had a special relationship. The horse trainer bought “Momma” at a horse auction where she was bound for the killers because of a leg injury. He hadn’t known she was pregnant. She died after giving birth to huge healthy Monty and Angel nursed the orphan foal.
Monty grew and then grew some more. He became an extra-large specimen of the whatever shire-something breed. Angel tricked-out Sadie’s barn for him. He combined three stalls and outdoor runs and doubled the size of the wash rack. He had to get rid of Alva’s bulldozer, snowmobile and ATV to do it. That broke exactly no one’s heart.
Monty and the burros (or donkeys) were star attractions at the Cozy Y. For catered events Monty pulled a hay wagon full of kids. For parades, the burros were dressed up in various costumes and loaded into the wagon where they pretended to be driving. Angel, dressed as a dog, held the reins. It was a promotion for the ranch and the wagon was covered in colorful canvas banners advertising its motel, restaurant and curio shop.
During their last parade, as one reporter described it, the burros “freaked out.” Some idiot kid threw a soda can at Monty. How could he miss? The horse was a giant. It hit his hip and bounced into the wagon landing at the donkeys’ feet. One of the donkeys who was dressed this day as a nun, must have seen the kid do it. She jumped out of the wagon and went straight for him. The other donkey, dressed as a priest, followed but became tangled in a banner.
Monty, meanwhile, was unharmed and unfazed. He kept up his steady slow parade pace up Central Avenue. Angel, in dog suit, jumped down from the wagon to try and catch the nun and priest donkeys as they charged around after the boy, black cassocks flowing. The kid was screaming and yelling his head off, running up and down the parade route, climbing trees and telephone poles, circling around and under the wagon to get away.
As this mobile drama moved on, some thought it was all part of the show. They laughed at the boy pleading for help as the nun donkey charged at him, ears pinned and teeth bared. If she got close she'd strike with a front right hoof, aiming for his head with laudable accuracy.
According to those interviewed, the priest donkey interceded on the boy’s behalf, stepping in between them several times to let him get away. Then she would run after them again, braying loudly. The crowd cheered her on. She trailed a banner that read: “FOR A RELAXING RETREAT VISIT COZY Y.”