#FridayFive – Tourist Edition (Part 2)

You forgot to include me, or are you so quick to forget our liaison on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride? Mr. Toad hasn’t seen the likes of our unquenchable passion since Mole and Ratty publicly copulated at the Mid-Summer’s Eve Feast, 7 years ago. It was an orgy of pleasure seldom seen in the Wild Wood, hearkening back to the elder days, when rat and mole, badger and frog, owl and otter could let their lovemaking wander as the would, without the fear of judgment and scorn. Oh! To be alive when sex between species wasn’t considered wrong. Oh! To hear the cries of woodland sensuality instead of screams of fear. Oh! To make love to a gorgeous swan without making my mother cry and getting the police involved and sending me off for ‘evaluation’. It is you, society, who should be evaluated! Until you’ve pressed yourself against the snowy feathers of the queen of waterfowl, until you’ve known the swan-cry of climax, you cannot…nay, you shall not judge me. I, alone, walk this road of life. I, and my sweet swan princess, Ethelda, for she and I are one, lovers, wing-mates on the wind currents of life! And our man-swan children shall be raised in lands free from convicting stares and harsh words. They shall live in places of plenty, where other swan peoples dwell. And there we will remain forever, at peace, with only our passions and thrice weekly swan orgies to concern us. I will be their king! I will be their lord! I hate you dad!