Sunday, July 06, 2008

Fox Hunt

Bert nearly got Foxy last night.

There Bert was, crawling on his belly through nettles and ditches and there was Foxy strolling nonchalantly about, occasionally jumping in the air and pouncing on a frog. Bert had her in his sights and he took aim.

Bert nearly got Foxy last night.

But nearly isn't good enough. Sigh.

Then to make matters worse he strolled home, rifle slung over his shoulder to be met by Swisser arriving in the yard. She was overcome by lust at his gunslinger image. Said he reminded her of whatshisname out of all those spaghetti westerns - a scruffy gunman 'rotten to the core' and now she's decided that's how he should outfit himself for our wedding.

Sigh.

6 comments:

Grannymar said...

Years ago fellas brought home booty to prove their love...

Send him out again tonight ;)

Anna in the USA said...

Hmmmm...gunslinger, huh?...And what will you be wearin' to the weddin', little Nell?

Nelly said...

Saloon girl outfit?

Anonymous said...

Congratulations Nelly! I can't believe you and Bert didn't tie the knot years ago, you are the perfect couple (or as close as it gets). Best wishes to you and Bert!

Ronni said...

I got yer saloon girl outfit! LOL!

Nelly said...

Heh Heh! I haven't got him to the chapel yet!

That saloon girl outfit Ronni - will it make me look like I'v got a heart of gold?