The three women looked around in amazement.  They were the country music singing group, the Dixie Chicks.  The first thing that was amazing them was that they were in a place they didn't know.  It looked like a quaint country town, except that the streets were paved with gold.  The second thing was they were all dressed in traditional square dance costumes, with lots of petticoats and pantaloons.

Natalie Maines said, "How did we get dressed up in these hick outfits?"

Just then a deep voice behind them said, "Ladies, I would like to welcome you to Hillbilly Heaven!  My name is Tex Ritter."

"Now don't get too excited.  You aren't dead yet.  You might say that you are just dreaming. But I thought you might want to meet some of the folks up here.  I know they want to meet you.  There is the great Hank Williams, and this lady is Patsy Kline.  There is Grandpa Jones.  And this is Waylon Jennings.  And here to help me show you around is Gene Autry and Roy Rogers."

It should have been a wonderful thing for the Chicks to be meeting all the greats of country music.  But instead the Chicks were finding all the great country stars did not approve them and what they were doing.  They wanted to get out of there as soon as they could.  They noticed that their host were steering them to a smaller building in back of the others.

"What the hell is this place?" one of them asked.

"This,  ladies, is called a 'woodshed'", Tex said, with a grin.  "It is a place where we sometimes  take people who need to learn a few lessons."

Before the Chicks could make much of a fuss, they found themselves inside the woodshed over the knees of their hosts.  Petticoats were easily pulled up, and the pantaloons had drop seats that left their bare bottoms exposed to the stinging palms of the three great cowboy movie stars.  They got lectured on not criticizing their country, and how we should never take our internal arguments to foreigners.  And how they should not spit in the face of their fans.

It didn't take long before their red bottoms contrasted nicely with the whites of their petticoats and pantaloons.  And the song of the Chicks was a teary, high pitched squeal of "We promise to be good!  We promise we won't do it again."

A few nights later, Dale Evans was sitting on Roy's lap and looking down on Earth.  "Roy," she said, "I don't think those girls have learned their lesson.  They are doing the same sort of stuff they did before."

"They are just in denial," said Gene.  "They can't admit to themselves that they were wrong or that they came up here.  We are just going to have to keep bringing them back up and tanning their bare bottoms until they get it."

"That is jut one of the benefits of Hillbilly Heaven," laughed Tex Ritter.