“You may well hang your head, I suppose you’ve been sneaking around again, upstairs and downstairs. I wouldn’t put it past your sort to go poking around in my ladies chamber. Go on admit it, you have haven’t you?”
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Neat. Very good. And what was it the gander was doing in the ladies chamber. Or rather, who was the gander. Do you reckon he was *proper*?
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They do have a bit of a reputation, it has to to keep the girls happy.
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Ah. Ah-ha. I think I get you. Plus, of course, the gander is built somewhat similar to many a male mammal, unlike the regular bird
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A fine topic of conversation that could while away many an evening and make the time simply fly by, provided it adopts a vee formation.
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Which V is that? Victory? Peace? … or sod off?
Well, I shall do the latter since I’m one of the healthy, wealthy and wise persons.
Ah, no, actually, I’m not, entirely. But two out of three ain’t bad.
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Dunno what I like more, Bobby… your story or your banter with Crispina!
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You can join in if you have a mind to, a lyrical ménage a trios has to be interesting
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Oooh… A little late to the party this time…
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See, you’re in, easy wasn’t it?
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Very! 😆
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