As Billy sipped his sloe gin, he was slow to notice his friend George gallop up to the dance floor to galop with Susan. ‘Gee,’ thought Billy, ‘I haven’t seen George this bold since he bowled three strikes in a row.’ “Marry,” called out Billy, “our club fawn has become a faun!” Marry laughed.
Marry then said that George “hasn’t been this bizarre since his encounter with a friendly mouse at the local bazarr.”
“Marry,” replied Billy laughing, “I guess George’s dance masque for Susan can not mask his ‘I’ve fallen for your desire.” “Looking at him whirl around the dance floor, you think it may make his heart whorl tighter around thoughts of Susan?”
“I once read,” said Marry, “that what he is doing may be a red light for advancing fondness!”
“I guess all that lager has worked as a laager against our opinions.” Billy looked at his drink, “I could never have augured that we would see our meek George’s heart being augered like this.”
“It’s a simple explanation”, replied a laughing Marry, “she has thrown a smile from her throne, and Billy has been quick to alter his shyness for a chance at the altar.”
A year later Billy and Susan were married, and Susan spent many a blissful night with her knight.
(Advancing Fondness, © Steven S. Walsky, June 2018.)