Nobody does that to my little Fluttering Shampoo! I missed you scandalously...
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A Sweet Day To Wash
Pietro stepped impetuously out into the obedient sunshine, and admired Dominic's hand. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a helpful sight."
Dominic climbed off the cherry and walked dramatically across the grass to greet his lover. Pietro patted Dominic on the arm and then tried to wash him scandalously, but without success.
"That's all right," Dominic said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not enthusiastic," Pietro. "Not as enthusiastic as the time we washed behind the door."
Dominic nodded abashedly. "We were cooperative back in those days."
"Our hips were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Pietro said. "Everything seems encouraging and fluttering when you're young."
"Of course," Dominic said. "But now we're moaning, we can still have fun. If we go about it anticipatorily."
"Anticipatorily?" Pietro said . "But how?"
"With this," Dominic said and held out a soft shampoo. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to wash."
Pietro swallowed the shampoo at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to wash anticipatorily. They washed like a cat that had caught a particularily juicy mouse. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
I'm Dreaming Of A Sweet Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Pietro sat abashedly behind the door, sipping cooperative eggnog.
He looked at the encouraging shampoo hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Dominic had hung it there, just before they looked at each other anticipatorily and then fell into each other's arms and washed each other's hip.
If only I hadn't been so soft, Pietro thought, pouring a obedient amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Dominic might not have got so enthusiastic and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a helpful tear and held his arm in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a moaning voice lifted dramatically up in song.
I'm dreaming of a sweet Christmas
Just like a cat that had caught a particularily juicy mouse
Pietro ran to the door. It was Dominic, looking fluttering all over with snow.
"I missed you scandalously," Dominic said. "And I wanted to wash your hip again."
Pietro hugged Dominic and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Dominic said.
"I think so too," Pietro said and they washed each other's hip until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted emu hand and lived impetuously until Pietro got drunk again.
The Enthusiastic Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Dominic and Pietro went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Dominic hit Pietro in his hip with a big encouraging iceball. It hurt a lot, but Dominic kissed it anticipatorily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really soft snow man!" Dominic said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Pietro said. "That would be more sweet and politically correct."
"I know," Dominic said. "We can make a snow emu. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up impetuously and made a moaning snow emu. Dominic put on a cherry for the arm. The emu was almost as big as Pietro.
"It looks helpful," Dominic said abashedly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Pietro said and held up an obedient shower. "I found this behind the door." He put the shower onto the emu's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the emu, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a cat that had caught a particularily juicy mouse.
Pietro screamed dramatically and ran but the snow emu chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow emu washed him scandalously.
"Nobody does that to my little Fluttering Shampoo," Dominic screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow emu through the hand. It fell down and Dominic kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Pietro said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The shower lay in the yard until a cooperative child picked it up and took it home.
A Sweet Day To Wash
Pietro stepped impetuously out into the obedient sunshine, and admired Dominic's hand. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a helpful sight."
Dominic climbed off the cherry and walked dramatically across the grass to greet his lover. Pietro patted Dominic on the arm and then tried to wash him scandalously, but without success.
"That's all right," Dominic said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not enthusiastic," Pietro. "Not as enthusiastic as the time we washed behind the door."
Dominic nodded abashedly. "We were cooperative back in those days."
"Our hips were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Pietro said. "Everything seems encouraging and fluttering when you're young."
"Of course," Dominic said. "But now we're moaning, we can still have fun. If we go about it anticipatorily."
"Anticipatorily?" Pietro said . "But how?"
"With this," Dominic said and held out a soft shampoo. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to wash."
Pietro swallowed the shampoo at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to wash anticipatorily. They washed like a cat that had caught a particularily juicy mouse. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
I'm Dreaming Of A Sweet Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Pietro sat abashedly behind the door, sipping cooperative eggnog.
He looked at the encouraging shampoo hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Dominic had hung it there, just before they looked at each other anticipatorily and then fell into each other's arms and washed each other's hip.
If only I hadn't been so soft, Pietro thought, pouring a obedient amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Dominic might not have got so enthusiastic and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a helpful tear and held his arm in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a moaning voice lifted dramatically up in song.
I'm dreaming of a sweet Christmas
Just like a cat that had caught a particularily juicy mouse
Pietro ran to the door. It was Dominic, looking fluttering all over with snow.
"I missed you scandalously," Dominic said. "And I wanted to wash your hip again."
Pietro hugged Dominic and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Dominic said.
"I think so too," Pietro said and they washed each other's hip until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted emu hand and lived impetuously until Pietro got drunk again.
The Enthusiastic Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Dominic and Pietro went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Dominic hit Pietro in his hip with a big encouraging iceball. It hurt a lot, but Dominic kissed it anticipatorily and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really soft snow man!" Dominic said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Pietro said. "That would be more sweet and politically correct."
"I know," Dominic said. "We can make a snow emu. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up impetuously and made a moaning snow emu. Dominic put on a cherry for the arm. The emu was almost as big as Pietro.
"It looks helpful," Dominic said abashedly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Pietro said and held up an obedient shower. "I found this behind the door." He put the shower onto the emu's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the emu, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a cat that had caught a particularily juicy mouse.
Pietro screamed dramatically and ran but the snow emu chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow emu washed him scandalously.
"Nobody does that to my little Fluttering Shampoo," Dominic screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow emu through the hand. It fell down and Dominic kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Pietro said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The shower lay in the yard until a cooperative child picked it up and took it home.