It's springtime.
Sharp-Ears was close to fainting. Her breath failed and she felt all four feet scrambling together. He embraced her just in time to keep her from falling.
"You are silent," said Golden-Stripe after some moments.
"Let go of me," begged Sharp-Ears, for his yellow eyes burned her and his paw around her waist felt like hot iron. "Let go of me, please let go of me, I'm afraid of you. You're horrible!"
"I'll let go if you wish, but I'm afraid you will fall."
"Take me back home!" she begged.
"Right away," he said, and now his heart was pounding, as hers had been earlier.
"Go away, I don't want to see you again. I'm afraid of you. You're terrible."
He let go of her, but he looked at her sadly and spoke: "Why don't you go-go and take away my happiness. You will ruin me, crush me. I don't want to live without you, not even one more 'day."
"Really? Why didn't you say that before?" she blurted out, and wiped her snout. She was melting with emotion, unable to move even a half step away from him.
"Yes, really. I've fallen in love with you, Sharp-Ears. It's you I love, you, my only one."
"Me, me," she whispered and sobbed. "Why me? Why me in particular?"
"Because you're just like the one I've always wanted. I'm not a liar, I'm not a sly, deceitful fox, Sharp-Ears, and I'm telling you what I've been carrying in my heart since yesterday. It's not your body, it's your soul I love. You are magnificent! Don't laugh, don't shake your head, you'll see, my Sharp-Ears! Novels will be written about us, and there will be people silly enough to read them to the end. Don't run away. Sit here beside me."
Sharp-Ears could not protest. She sat down, and Golden-Stripe grabbed her in his powerful embrace, pulled her gently onto his lap, and kissed her. Just as the raindrops fall, again and again his kisses fell.
"Don't cry. I, too, will cry for joy, my beautiful Sharp-Ears. Do you want me?"
She answered humbly, "I do."
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This was actually written almost 100 years ago. I'll leave it to you to google where this is from :)
"You are silent," said Golden-Stripe after some moments.
"Let go of me," begged Sharp-Ears, for his yellow eyes burned her and his paw around her waist felt like hot iron. "Let go of me, please let go of me, I'm afraid of you. You're horrible!"
"I'll let go if you wish, but I'm afraid you will fall."
"Take me back home!" she begged.
"Right away," he said, and now his heart was pounding, as hers had been earlier.
"Go away, I don't want to see you again. I'm afraid of you. You're terrible."
He let go of her, but he looked at her sadly and spoke: "Why don't you go-go and take away my happiness. You will ruin me, crush me. I don't want to live without you, not even one more 'day."
"Really? Why didn't you say that before?" she blurted out, and wiped her snout. She was melting with emotion, unable to move even a half step away from him.
"Yes, really. I've fallen in love with you, Sharp-Ears. It's you I love, you, my only one."
"Me, me," she whispered and sobbed. "Why me? Why me in particular?"
"Because you're just like the one I've always wanted. I'm not a liar, I'm not a sly, deceitful fox, Sharp-Ears, and I'm telling you what I've been carrying in my heart since yesterday. It's not your body, it's your soul I love. You are magnificent! Don't laugh, don't shake your head, you'll see, my Sharp-Ears! Novels will be written about us, and there will be people silly enough to read them to the end. Don't run away. Sit here beside me."
Sharp-Ears could not protest. She sat down, and Golden-Stripe grabbed her in his powerful embrace, pulled her gently onto his lap, and kissed her. Just as the raindrops fall, again and again his kisses fell.
"Don't cry. I, too, will cry for joy, my beautiful Sharp-Ears. Do you want me?"
She answered humbly, "I do."
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This was actually written almost 100 years ago. I'll leave it to you to google where this is from :)