Hey, Ripsters! I’ve told this tale more than once. (Stevesilver: yeah, I know. I repeat and still get a lot of likes, ahem. And to our newly-crowned King Troll, do your worst.) And with that, tonight’s presentation:
There once was a hawk who just couldn’t get enough lovin’ {ahem}. As he flew along, scouting for his kind of prey, he saw a lark, so he swooped down into a cloud of feathers, chirping and turbulence, and as he flew away, she said, “I’m a lark, and I’ve been sparked!”
The hawk flew on, but his urges returned. Just then he saw a dove. Swoop, feathers, cooing, turbulence…and as he flew away, the dove said, “I’m a dove, and I’ve been loved!”
These things always happen in threes, of course. Finally, the hawk spotted his third tryst du jour: a duck. Once again he swooped down, activating a large cloud of feathers, quacking, and turbulence. And as he flew away, the duck was heard to mutter…………….
Hey, Ripsters! I’ve told this tale more than once. (Stevesilver: yeah, I know. I repeat and still get a lot of likes, ahem. And to our newly-crowned King Troll, do your worst.) And with that, tonight’s presentation:
There once was a hawk who just couldn’t get enough lovin’ {ahem}. As he flew along, scouting for his kind of prey, he saw a lark, so he swooped down into a cloud of feathers, chirping and turbulence, and as he flew away, she said, “I’m a lark, and I’ve been sparked!”
The hawk flew on, but his urges returned. Just then he saw a dove. Swoop, feathers, cooing, turbulence…and as he flew away, the dove said, “I’m a dove, and I’ve been loved!”
These things always happen in threes, of course. Finally, the hawk spotted his third tryst du jour: a duck. Once again he swooped down, activating a large cloud of feathers, quacking, and turbulence. And as he flew away, the duck was heard to mutter…………….
“I’m a drake. There’s been a mistake!”
Until next time, Friends.