Sasha and Joe has been a couple for many years. They are getting so comfortable with each other that they no longer do the lovey dovey stuff together. They used to watch the stars together and spend the nights talking about their future while watching flamingoes drink at the nearby lake. Once in a while a predator will come and eat the flamingoes. But that is okay, it is the cycle of nature.
So one day Joe thought to himself. He gotta do something to keep the love alive. He decided to write a love poem. He has been working hard on his poem for the last 2 months. He is not much of a writer. Finally it is done and he was excited to share it with Sasha.
'Sasha my dear, I have a love poem for you to declare my undying love' and he continued...
'It starts with...'
'Stop' you will ruin the poem if you recite it here. The dinosaurs are mating and they are making a hell lot of noise. The neighbour is caning his mischievous sons. All 9 of them. So, this is not the right place.'_
Joe was okay about changing the place. He didn't want to spoil his hard work by the noises the dinasours and the crying boys. So he decided to go with Sasha's decision which is an 8 hours walk down the valley. Sasha wants it to be very early in the morning, like what they used to do, watch the sun rise together and snuggle together in the cold of the night. The mere thoughts is quite warm for Joe and he agreed.
They started the journey right after dinner. Joe was excited. He was whistling all the way and he was thinking to himself, maybe Sasha with her current figure needs the workout more than he does. He was reminiscing how Sasha used to look like 5 years ago. She was svelte.
They went deeper into the woods. They started to hear the owl hoot. The cold and silence of the night was a bit creepy and eerie. Joe was thinking maybe this isn't a good idea afterall.
They arrived at the site. Unfortunately they were not the only ones there. There was already a congregation of THEM!
The next day...
Sasha and Joe was found by a hunter with foam in their mouth. They were brought back to their village Joe couldn't remember his poem no more.
