THE OWL AND THE CIVET

September 14, 2009
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“Did anyone ever tell you you have beautiful eyes?”

“Who, me?”

“Yes, you. Who else? Eyes are windows to the soul, they say. Do you like my eyes?”

“Who, you?”

Yes, me. I’m the only one here. I … Oh, I wish I could turn my head all the way around like that. Do it agian, won’t you?”

“Who, me?”

“Listen. Never mind. The bottom line is I’ve got a boat. It’s green. I painted it myself. And before you say “Who, you?” I’ll say “Yes, me.” What I’m trying to get at is do you want to go to sea with me? That’s the long and the short of it. You fascinate me. I have never been so attracted to another creature. I’m all vulnerable here, cards on the table and all. What do you say?”

“Sign me up. To tell you the truth, I’ve always had a thing for bushy tails.”

“Who, you?”

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