I see I shall have to borrow someone's basset for my next photoshoot.
Huuuumph.
Bilbo twitches in his sleep, dreaming of Rambi.
Remembering that unforgettable Thanksgiving weekend they'd spent at the Hidden Cabin with the moths and the bees, or whatever. The turkey never did get cooked, but what did they care, absorbed as they were in their mutual passion, their Oneness?
Bilbo begins to yip just a little, reminded of how Rambi used to, well, never mind. Oh, to feel once more her soft, beautifully manicured hand on his stomach!! Oh, to feel her... |
