Encounter with the Uninhibited. |
What is a Canadian? We take so many things on face value. Are they just a pretty face and tight butt? Where did they come up with the name Canada? Is it French for cute in tights? Muzzy had pondered these fundamental questions for several minutes. When a group of debutant Canadian girls asked him for a ride in his amphibian pickup truck. He quickly opened the passenger door and let them into the camper on the back of his flatbed. They were excited to see a box of waffles and maple syrup. The three maids devoured the plate of waffles. "May I ask why you come to Maine, when Canada is so beautiful ?" Muzzy queried. The Canadians giggled, "We need to migrate here where we were hatched by Doctor Kananga. He made us from swans and a human mother Lidya." Muzzy nodded his head in agreement, "Oh yes I read about that on the internet. Your entire nation is a lab experiment for swan genetic enhancement. But, I never believed such science actually existed." "Oh, it does. That's why we're so slender and supple." one Canadian girl answered and showed her down feathers over her mound. "Fascinating. So, are you wearing wigs too?" Muzzy queried. The girls shyly removed their wigs revealing their feathered heads. "Good God! This is amazing! May I see you entirely without clothes?" Muzzy pressed on. The Canadian girls giggled and removed their tights and t-shirts. They had wings and spread them with a great span and sigh of relief. "Oh, Mr. Muzzy it feels so good to be free of our tights. May we mate with you?" a Canadian girl asked sweetly. Muzzy quickly stripped with a great arousal. The Canadians flapped their feathers about him and squatted pushing out several eggs. "Now quickly place your seed on our eggs so they may hatch." the three maids said. Muzzy was stunned with disappointment as he fertilized each egg. "Can we have any intercourse?" he whimpered. "Oh, yes ... we were playing with you. Swans must have intercourse too." the Canadian girls giggled and gathered up their eggs into their backpacks. Muzzy enjoyed their feathered mounds with much gusto and flapping wings. "Canadian women must find full blooded American men to keep their children strong" one of the Canadian girls explained as she squatted on Muzzy's arousal. And so the migration of Canadian women was completed for another season. And Muzzy ate a stack of waffles soaked with maple syrup. Yummy! (*)(*) |