From: jlane@Ingres.COM (Judi Lane)
Subject: Part Two of "Dryads' Dailiness"
Reply-To: jlane@Ingres.COM (Judi Lane)
Organization: Ask Computer Systems Inc., Ingres Division, Alameda CA 94501
Date: 26 Aug 92 15:16:16 GMT


	>And on the branch up above the owls, another curious observer
	>watched the naked couple's rhythmic motions of passion and sweat,
	>wondering how long she should let them continue before jumping
	>down and cutting in on them to do a lovedance with Kevin herself.


		"Give 'em an inch..." Moongazer thought to herself while
	watching the kinetic display of interpersonal communication on
	the ground beneath her.  "What was I thinking?  This time she's
	gone too far.  He should have been _mine_!"  And on that thought,
	Moongazer leaped from the branch, landing next to the pretzel of
	moaning flesh, which was squirming like a bag of dusky-footed 
	woodrats.  "Excuse me... hello?  Uh... don't you two ever come up
	for air?"
		Ferndance lifted her head just enough to see who the
	mysterious voice belonged to.  The sun was below the horizon, and
	the moon was just starting to rise above the trees, so it was 
	difficult to determine who owned the silhouette standing beside 
	her.
		"I go away for one month to visit our Mother Queen, and
	this is the respect my forest receives from her Guest Keeper?
	The respect that _I_ receive?"  Moongazer had a edge to her voice
	that could slice a hemlock trunk into a million sheets of paper.
		Ferndance came out of her "lust haze" just enough to realize
        the owners of that voice and the silhouette were one and the same
	person.  "Oh, forest duff!"  Ferndance put her hands on either side 
	of Kevin's face, blew a cold artic-like breath lightly on his 
	forehead, which immediately put him into a sleep deeper than he had 
	ever experienced before.  She then quickly crawled out from under 
	him, got to her feet, and started dressing as fast as her fingers 
	could fly.
		"Coward.  Don't want him to know who we are yet, do we?
	Still have other plans for him, Ferndance?  Not fully satiated?"
		"I didn't quite catch you trying to stop me.  I get the
	feeling that perhaps _you_ have plans for him yourself?"
		"And why not?  It's my forest.  Therefore, I lay claim to
	him.  Call it `squatter's rights'."
		"`Squatter's rights'?  That's an interesting choice of
	words for you, Moongazer... seeing how you never do it on top."
		"Why you little..."  Moongazer made a lunge at Ferndance,
	who by this time was scurrying up the nearest redwood like an
	Overgrown redheaded chipmunk.  She perched herself on the first
	branch she could find, looking down at Moongazer, shaking her 
	finger.  The moon shown brightly behind Ferndance's auburn braids,
	giving the slight appearance of a halo.  Moongazer immediately 
	dismissed this notion of sainthood on the basis of good taste.
		"You're just jealous because my telepathic suggestions 
	bring me more satisfactory results than yours do."  Then like a 
	spoiled child, Ferndance stuck her tongue out at Moongazer.
		"`Telepathic suggestions'?  So this fire was your doing!
	I should have known.  Plant the idea of starting a campfire in
	the two-legged's mind so that you would have an excuse to interact
	with him.  And at the risk of burning down my forest!!"
		"Burning down your forest?  Nonsense!" shouted back 
	Ferndance, who grabbed a disgruntled squirrel off the branch above 
	her and started to pet it.  "There's so much moisture in _your_ 
	forest, his fire would have gone out in a matter of minutes.  In 
	fact, there's so much dampness here, I'm surprised _you_ haven't 
	totally mildewed and become all fuzzy by now."  Ferndance jumped 
	down out of the tree, hopped over to Kevin's seemingly lifeless 
	form, and rolled him over, onto his back.  His face resembled a 
	day-old codfish with its eyes closed.  And he was snoring.
		"On second thought, Ferndance... perhaps you should just
	take `Sleeping Beauty' here and mosey on back to your neck of the
	woods."  Kevin's snoring grew louder.  "I don't think he's quite
	my type.  And I'll get you for that `mildewed and fuzzy' remark
	someday, sister of mine..."
		"Sister?" exclaimed Ferndance.  "Oh, please! Don't remind
	me!!  My life's difficult enough."  Then she turned to look at
	Kevin, still fast asleep.  She sat down next to him and put his
	head in her lap, kissing the tip of his nose softly. "And just what 
	do you mean by `not my type'?  _I_ think he's gorgeous."  Kevin made 
	a snort between snores.
		"Whatever you say, Ferndance.  Just get him out of here."
		And with that, Ferndance heaved the snoozing Kevin over
	her shoulder, stood up, and started walking back to her own redwood
	forest on the other side of the ridge.
		"Oh, Ferndance... one more thing..."
		"Yes, my dear Moongazer?"  She turned around to see her 
	sister gesture to a pile of cloth on the ground.
		"Don't you think you ought to take his clothes as well?"
		Ferndance glanced at the heap of colorful cotton, then at
	Kevin's backside, pointing skyward, and pondered for a few seconds.  
	"No, I don't think so. He looks better without them.  Besides, 
        I'll just get tired taking them on and off all the time anyway."
        And with that, Ferndance left Moongazer's forest, carrying an
        unconscious snoring butt-naked Kevin, like a sack of peat moss,
        under a moonlight sky.


                  (to be continued?)



     Judi
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