Thank you very much, Christopher. It wasn't your fault. You did try. But if you will recall, I fled your embraces, with suitably chaste cries (such as, "EEEEK!" and "ooey-gooey!"), as befits a proper nymph.
The thing is, one is supposed to wind up this fleeing business in a dramatic manner. For example, I could have turned into a lotus, like the nymph given chase by Priapus; or I could have simply crumbled into the soil, like unfortunate Ditys, when pursued by Pan.
Instead, I had to go back to the beech tree -- I am a working dryad , you know -- and there were all these fleshy mortal women lolling around beneath it. So I had to sic my satyr and centaur buddies on 'em, to get 'em out of there. Meanwhile, I just stood around...What an anti-climax (for me, not for the ladies)....Y-A-a-w-nnnnn....
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