Growing up on a cattle farm in Tumut just off Wee Jasper Road, Cash attended Tumut Public School by bus everyday and longed for a friend his own age to catch the bus with. Little did he know that a little cowgirl called Clancy was moving to nearby property and was hoping the same thing. One gusty morning deep into the winter, an August wind whipped one of Clancy’s scarves off the hills hoist, dropping it at Cash’s feet miles and miles away. Determined to find the owner of the beautiful scarf, Cash wrapped it around his neck for wind protection and set off on his miniature pony to solve the mystery. The rest is history.