Once upon a time, in the great, open plains of Nebraska, a wild bunch of kiddos known as the Cornhusker Cowpokes were making a ruckus. You see, in Nebraska, it's not all just cornfields and Husker football, no siree! These youngins were part of a very special group, bonded by their shared love for horseback riding. Leading the Cornhusker Cowpokes was Jigglin’ Johnny, a freckled-faced lad with curly red hair, who got his whimsical name from the way he laughed - it was a belly-jiggling, toe-wiggling, and snort-inducing laughter that could tumble a haystack. Johnny was Nebraska’s finest horseback rider. He could gallop with the grace of a prairie wind and was as tough as the prairie grass that blanketed the great Nebraskan plain. Every morning, Johnny and his troop of Cowpokes would saddle up their trusty steeds, mount up, and canter off into the sunrise for an adventure. They’d fly over the cornfields like a gaggle of geese, laughing and whooping, their echoes bouncing off the vast blue sky. You see, horseback riding wasn't just a hobby for these Nebraskan kids; it was a way of life! The horses were their friends, their partners, and sometimes, even their accomplices in harmless mischief. You could hear the horses neigh in laughter too, or so they’d like to believe. Between the endless green fields, under the bright blue sky, the Cornhusker Cowpokes and their equine pals painted a picture of joy, freedom, and the spirit of Nebraska. It was, as Jigglin’ Johnny would say, the “neigh-braskiest” thing ever!