Well. Here goes. I just know an eager public are agog for more blogs. And blogs by babes yet. Which this is not, no how, no way, but still.
A couple of Tortoises ( tortii?) are off on a picnic. Being shelled critturs it takes them two weeks there, and two weeks back to their favourite picnic spot.
Upon arrival, She realises the tin opener is left behind.
'I'll fetch it', says she, 'only promise faithfully, not one tiny morsel will you nibble until my return'.
'How can you doubt it?' He counters.
After convincing herself he is utterly Not Going to Nibble, off she goes.
He waits. And he waits. Two weeks..Four weeks...OMG he is so good, it hurts.
On the day after the 4th week is over, he stretches out his neck to sample just a tiny corner of lettuce-and out from the bush she jumps, where she has been hiding all this while.
'I knew you wouldn't wait!' she cries.
What, dear reader, is the subtext, think you?
I always wondered how to form some kind of light-hearted analogy for such despicable behaviour, without sounding mad or crude. And by jove, she's got it.
ReplyDeleteLove that you've started the ol' blog malarky, keep it coming! x
Thanks sweetums..means a lot!
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