No clear meaning or agreed definition to the phrase Cotton-Eyed, but it's a fun little jig.
Triumph of the Will part 4 “They wouldn't have cared if they brought you and your mother here. Please, wait in the ward. I am going to be checking on your mother very soon.” Nurse Pound Cake looked at the other visitors and gave a reassuring thumbs up. Scootaloo didn't bother to correct the escort about Cheerilee's relationship.Triumph of the Will part 4 by Brave-Kakapo
Tiara was resting on Jake's lap. Finn was sitting and playing with his legs. Lifting each one, alternating, in unison, probably was even bicycling. Finn simply patted the seat next to him as he continued his idle games. As Scootaloo sat, Jake whispered over “Some one owes some pony an apology when they wake up, if you know what I mean?” Scootaloo watched as Tiara opened her eyes and gave a smug, malicious smile.
Scootaloo jumped up, standing over Finn's lap and yelled “Not even if she saved my life!”
Triumph of the Will part 3 “If I move the globmore to here,” Princess Bubblegum was steady on an experiment, it wasn't going too well. Or was it? “Control A, B, C” PB looked over the possibilities. “Ramshut goes that way. Or this way.” PB lifted a condensing tube. She looked over her notes. A small, walking, butter mint strolled from it's spot, which PB would put back in place with out looking. “What was I doing?” Bubblegum looked over her set up. “That's wrong.” She walked around the table and removed a flask. “So is that.” She began calibrating a caliper. After an hour of whistling, Princess Bubblegum placed the caliper on the island. She bent down and opened a cabinet door that was ajar. “What's this?” She began looking over her notes, frantically. “No, this can't be!” she took the butter mint and escorted it to the door. She looked over the paper, which was the results of the tesTriumph of the Will part 3 by Brave-Kakapo
Triumph of the Will part 2 “Sooo, you think we can call Lady now?” Finn asked as he threw a rock.Triumph of the Will part 2 by Brave-Kakapo
“Why are you so interested in Lady, Finn?” Jake picked up a boulder and flung it. Nearly missing a gnome in the distance. “Er, uh.” The gnome shook its fist before the boulder rolled on top of it.
“Wait, what?” Finn grabbed another rock and flung it with out looking, nearly hitting a fox sitting below a sign. The rock ricocheted back and knocked out the sign, which in turn killed the fox, “Uh.”
Jake stood silent, watching as the fox's body let out it's last bit of confused spasms. Francis jaw dropped, nervously looking at its new companions. Finn sat on the ground after the uncertainty of what happened.
“Why did you do that?” Francis' face was of melancholy.