Wednesday 2 July 2014

Story Time

Once upon a time, in a quite liberal yet still Victorian setting, a shy chappy walks into a ballroom. The party has already started, and after glancing around for a few moments he finally spots the belle.

She turns as he approaches and accepts the single viscaria he hands over.
In turn, she places in his still outstretched hand a cheeky little walnut.

Another hopeful hands her a red rose, thinking he can charm her after having seen the previous gent try his hand.
Very cheekily, she takes a leaf from the flower and keeps the rest after putting the leaf in his breast pocket.

The hopefuls form an orderly queue.
The belle starts to form her own little bouquet of roses, tulips and
camellias, and proceeds to make them into a rather fetching Frida Kahlo-esque headdress.

At this point everyone at the ball are getting right confused as this cheeky belle is refusing all these gents.



[Enter the champion, stage left]

In an elegant, if flamboyant manner, he throws a tuft of grass over the belle.

The belle leaves her ego vibe for a compliant gorm-face whilst picking grass from the top of her head and nibbling it.

She very graciously knows when she's beat.

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