A Triple Dose of Love (with apologies to Raphael)
 

February 14, 2014

In which multiple Cupids sneak past ATC radar

 

“Luuu…geeee….eeee …     Luuuuu … g…ggggg … L … L …LLuuLL …..Luuuuuu …E …”

Pinkley’s tongue didn’t roll very well … He tried again … “Linguine!” Drat ….

Franchesca gave it a go ... “Luge.” Letter perfect!

Pinkley glared. “No matter,” he thought. “Alpine skiing is my Olympic sport!”

Calming himself Pinkley focused his mind and stared at the bottom of the snow pile. Little did he realize that skiing safely to the bottom was only a small fraction of his problem — he hadn’t noticed the flitting Cupids nearby …

One by one they took careful aim at his tail feathers ...

By spring time Alpine skiing will be the last thing on Pinkley’s mind! 

 


 

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