Droopy, out of all the Severed Wharves as they were known, was the smartest, the richest, the thinkingist, the bestest looking and of course the tallest.
Girls just loved him and so wanted to pick him up and just cuddle him, sorta like a little brother but older …. older, so that no-one would talk about their attraction for him.
It suited Droopy, as anatomically, while his face was firmly planted between the ‘girl pillows’, his downstairs, was indicating his attraction to them.
Droopy and Sna(bless you) walked from the bus station and into the gloom of the night. It had started to rain and they got separated, not for the want of Droppy, clinging to Sna.
Was he besotted …..Sure was…. He thought she was just, like, ehm, soooo hot and although his breeding told him one thing, his ‘breeder’ said something completely different. His upbringing, his parental lineage, his training, well his training went out the window as his ‘stuff’, below his navel, kicked into overdrive, and when he realised he had lost her in the rain … boy ….. did have have the biggest (well, medium sized), hissy fit, amongst other things that he had hidden on his person and of course his language was something to be heard.
Unfortunately, at that time, during the night, they happened to be crossing a parkland and in this parkland, all sorts of ‘after dark stuff’ happened and of course, when Droppy, vent his spleen, his two kidneys, his lungs, his heart, a crown and two fillings in his back molars and about four fifth’s of the rest of him, in his vulgar display of profane language … well, let us just say, heads popped up everywhere and various bits of clothing were hastily returned to their rightful place and buttocks, legs and floppy bits disappeared into the darkness.
Author: (May I just say, that this parkland, well cared for by the local authorities and of course volunteer staff, was pretty swell. The grass was kept well mown, the shrubs kept in such wonderful and splendifferious condition and sorta well lit, that most of the, shall we say, ‘unusual local’s would use it …… a lot … like a real lot, as in, nearly every night in the summer and about every fourth Sunday when the night’s became cooler … dammed if I know why?.
I would sit at home, all warm and comfortable, with my little pussy on my lap and a big, warm cup of cocoa in my hand …. but really, you don’t need to know that … just thought I would let you know, anyway, mainly to educate a few, that I don’t hang around those type of places …. after dark that is, cause, I kinda believe that, deeviates and pervuerts and all types, well, like, ehm, hang around there. Just thought I would let you know … like just in case, you thought, like … ehm … other stuff))
For hours it seemed Droopy, called out to Sna. His little hands, of course, no use as a bullhorn, as he shouted into the rainy night.It just did’nt happen that way. His little hands were particularly smallish. Tiny like, as in, long but small at the same time, Fat, but thin at the same time. His hands had always been his downfall.
(Author: His mother could attest to that as she had once, just opened his bedroom door, of course without knocking, as mother’s do and she found him ….. ehm …. exercising …. ehm …. his thingy. She was shocked, as mother’s are shocked. He was shocked, as son’s do, under the circumstances … and shall we just say … ehm … his …. trajectory was mis-aligned and he knocked most of his sport’s trophy’s off the ledge above his bed, knocked the mirror behind that hung on the back of his closet door, hit the doorknob to his bathroom and ended up making a perfect basket in his trash basket, that happened to be strangely filled with tissues, almost to the brim … Go figure)
Finally after many minutes of calling out. He came across.
A small, little body, all wet and curled, beside the water’s edge.
He approached, very softly and raised his voice and said.
“Hey, are you alright”????.
(OMG he thought, how does the thin clothes she has on, cling to all her topography. The hills and valleys, the contours, the peaks and troughs and of course the flood plain. He was a geography major anyway. When it is dampened with a light shower of 60 percent precipitation)
“It is Droopy!!!(Well I was Droopy about 10 seconds ago. Droopy, like until I laid my peepers on her bod)
Surely, it has to end soon. But then again, there are seven of them. Pooh @2011