it was a start
Categore, left thumb wet and set in his dimple, head tilted back slightly and just the tiniest bit to the side, was in a very awkward position. He was in his thinking stance; waiting patiently for his brain to take the hint.
"His trousers," said someone very far off - but not too far off - in the distance, "We've got to find his trousers."
Categore had other things creeping into his mind - nasty things - and the trouser problem was quickly becoming not so much of a problem as a harsh reality. After all, he was already wearing three pairs.. And they itched.
Off they went and into the fountain. Categore was nude. Nude and beautiful. Fortunately he was so ugly no one could believe he was, in fact, not wearing anything. The mob was also blind, which helped. This w- headache. sorry. i tried. no more tonight.
"His trousers," said someone very far off - but not too far off - in the distance, "We've got to find his trousers."
Categore had other things creeping into his mind - nasty things - and the trouser problem was quickly becoming not so much of a problem as a harsh reality. After all, he was already wearing three pairs.. And they itched.
Off they went and into the fountain. Categore was nude. Nude and beautiful. Fortunately he was so ugly no one could believe he was, in fact, not wearing anything. The mob was also blind, which helped. This w- headache. sorry. i tried. no more tonight.