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stonepicnicking_okapiPrompt: Christmas Pine (It's just a pun)
“I say, Jeeves, what do you think that species of tall and needled over there is? I don’t believe I’ve seen one quite like that before.”
“That is a Christmas pine, sir. During the Yuletide season, it stands stoic and stalwart and silent in the face of that which it most desires and denies its own longings, preferring to guard its tenderest elements from the scorn or, indeed, the very recognition of its beloved.”
“You don’t say. Do you think I should, oh, I don’t know, slip it fiver or give it a fraternal pat on the trunk or something?”
Prompt: Christmas kittens
Jeeves turned the corner and crashed into his employer carrying a hamper.
“Sir?”
“Jeeves! Apologies and whatnot, but I can’t talk now. I’m in desperate need of children. Cherubs, you know. Wee ones. Pitter-patter of little feet.”
“Indeed, sir?” Jeeves’ brow crinkled an eighth of an inch. “Confirmed bachelor, no longer?”
“Don’t be daft! I found these, and if I don’t pawn them off on some unsuspecting excrescences soon, I might succumb to their siren charms and then we’ll be the proud owners of…”
He lifted the lid.
“…a pair of Christmas kittens.”
“Oh, dear. I’ll help you look, sir.”
“I say, Jeeves, what do you think that species of tall and needled over there is? I don’t believe I’ve seen one quite like that before.”
“That is a Christmas pine, sir. During the Yuletide season, it stands stoic and stalwart and silent in the face of that which it most desires and denies its own longings, preferring to guard its tenderest elements from the scorn or, indeed, the very recognition of its beloved.”
“You don’t say. Do you think I should, oh, I don’t know, slip it fiver or give it a fraternal pat on the trunk or something?”
Prompt: Christmas kittens
Jeeves turned the corner and crashed into his employer carrying a hamper.
“Sir?”
“Jeeves! Apologies and whatnot, but I can’t talk now. I’m in desperate need of children. Cherubs, you know. Wee ones. Pitter-patter of little feet.”
“Indeed, sir?” Jeeves’ brow crinkled an eighth of an inch. “Confirmed bachelor, no longer?”
“Don’t be daft! I found these, and if I don’t pawn them off on some unsuspecting excrescences soon, I might succumb to their siren charms and then we’ll be the proud owners of…”
He lifted the lid.
“…a pair of Christmas kittens.”
“Oh, dear. I’ll help you look, sir.”
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Date: 2019-12-17 01:57 pm (UTC)Yes, they are cute but not for a confirmed bachelor and his gentleman's gentleman, too much shedding on the suits.