As the mated pair of Canadian Geese were making their way South for the winter, Mrs. Goose was shot dead by a hunter. Deeply hurt and distraught, Mr. Goose continued his journey South. Finally, after many days of flying, Mr. Goose made the way to his beach-front condominium in Cancun.

It was a long flight down South and our Goose friend was feeling the urge to sew his wild oats. So, Mr. Goose donned his best Canadian Suit, and headed out for a night on the town.

It didn’t take long in the local Meat Market Dance Club, for Mr. Goose to find an attractive Dove. Although not a Canadian Goose, this dove would do just fine, so he took the Dove back to his new swingin’ Bachelor Pad.

All night long, the Dove kept repeating, “I’m a dove, and I’m ready for love. I’m a dove, and I’m ready for love.”

Finally, Mr. Goose got so sick of this dove, that he tossed the Dove out of his pad and spent the rest of the night alone.

The next day came, and our Goose Friend was starting to feel really randy! Again, back at his favorite Dance Club, Mr. Goose picked up on a hot Lune. Puttin’ the moves on the Lune was easy, and it was a sure thing to get the Lune back to the Pad for some good lovin’.

Instead of some bumpin’ uglies, the Lune kept on repeating, “I’m a Lune and I want to be swooned. I’m a Lune and I want to be swooned.”

“Ah, Crikey! I can’t take this crap!”, exclaimed our Goose, as he booted the Lune out of his pad that night!

Now, more then ever, our heroic Goose was determined to score on the third evening! Putting on that special cologne and a new Canadian Tuxedo, the sharp-dressed Goose headed out to the ritziest club in all of Cancun. It didn’t take long until Mr. Goose attracted the attention of a fine duck. <Uh oh, do we see where we are going with this?>

Knowing this was the night, the goose took the duck home. Back at the pad, after some champagne, some soft music, and some candle light, Mr. Goose was ready. Oddly, the duck hadn’t said a word the entire night. Feeling a little confused, Mr. Goose asked the duck.

“I brought home a Dove, and it wouldn’t shut up. I brought home a Lune, and it was worse the the Dove. You haven’t said a word all night? What’s wrong, babby?”

Just then, the duck yelled out. “I’m a Drake, and this is a big mistake! I’m a Drake, and this is a big mistake!”

PS - Lune as in the bird - Don't know why, but it thinks a lune, spelled with two oo's is a bad word.

[ 05-04-2001: Message edited by: parker ]