Inger, the new young, lean Feather-Maker tyro, ogled the shop foreman, Elmo — and spun lurid fantasies about them together. “Any time you want, you can tickle me, Elmo,” she often whispered to herself, dreamily.
You had to be an ostrich with its head in the ground not to notice her attraction.But actually, the whole flock of young unmarried women did all pine after his sartorial accoutrements, as if he were a peacock fanning out his tail plumage. None of them would egret mating with him. He had indeed plucked the tails of several of them, already.
For his part, he enjoyed egging them on. He strutted around like a c0ck-of-the-rock and whistled an alluring tune as his special mating call. Most thought he would never settle down and nest with any one female. So what were the chances he would linger with Inger?
Inger, the new young, lean Feather-Maker tyro, ogled the shop foreman, Elmo — and spun lurid fantasies about them together. “Any time you want, you can tickle me, Elmo,” she often whispered to herself, dreamily.
You had to be an ostrich with its head in the ground not to notice her attraction.But actually, the whole flock of young unmarried women did all pine after his sartorial accoutrements, as if he were a peacock fanning out his tail plumage. None of them would egret mating with him. He had indeed plucked the tails of several of them, already.
For his part, he enjoyed egging them on. He strutted around like a c0ck-of-the-rock and whistled an alluring tune as his special mating call. Most thought he would never settle down and nest with any one female. So what were the chances he would linger with Inger?