If this is your vow to cease displaying your shockingly bare canvas to my chosen Arteeste, who is, after all, only human, and so might have a moment of artistic weakness if so provoked by the sight of that naked canvas (on which is to be seen nary a stretch mark, I note), then I am most grateful. And if you vow no longer to entice His... brush... with your coquetry, then I shall confess to you that it was not Chuzz at all whom I was enticing down to the Private Meadow, but merely the muscular delivery boy, whom I had hired to service the maidens lolling in that meadow with various... snacks. "Appetizers" would be the appropriate word, I think.
So rest assured-- the most noble Chuzz has earned your trust. Where this sister of yours in concerned, au moins. Where certain fox-like sisters of ours are concerned, I have no opinion, no, no opinion at all. |
