Tonight, I went out in the backyard to round up all of my chicklets for bed. I was already in my pajamas. Fortunately, the leaves on the trees keep me hidden from neighbors and passersby. Shakira had already put herself inside, Flora was scratching around under the henhouse, and Ruby was sitting on her pile of eggs she stole from the other girls. Cora Bell and Skippy were in the yard and happy to followed me around. Cora waited for me to find Japanese beetles on my peach trees. Skippy just didn't want to be left out, so he traipsed along. The beetles really didn't appeal to him.
With a handful of bugs, I squatted down and let Cora dine. Skippy flitted around about a foot from me practicing his cock-a-doodle-doos. Like any proud mother, I reached out to stroke his back. Bad move on my part! Without skipping a beat in his noise, he performed a titty twister on my hand, leaving behind a nice blood blister, and ran, still making noise.
Apparently, Skippy wants me to look and listen but not touch. I think I'll put on a bra and real clothes before I go out tomorrow night. If his aim gets better, I could be lying in the yard in pain for hours before one of the boys think to come look for me!
A movie to remember. . . . . . . .
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