It's been a week since Brandy
became a nudist and she's never
been happier.
Ever since an incident involving
skinny-dipping and stolen clothes,
Brandy realized that the other
animals didn't mind her nudity,
it was like a weight was finally
lifted off her shoulders.
Of course, there are still moments
where she would prefer to be alone
which is why she has ventured to
a nice secluded spot in the jungle
where she can relax. After Brandy
laid a towel on the ground and
applied some sunscreen, she then
laid flat on her stomach and
rested, content in being in nothing
but her fur.
But it turns out she actually isn't
the only one there. In the foliage
at the edge of the spot, someone was
eying Brandy through a telescope
quite longingly.
"Could it be?" The mysterious creature
asked. "Have I finally found her again
after all this time?"
As she focused the lens, she finally got
her answer.
"Yes! Finally!" The presence exclaimed
which is revealed to be a flea.
"Ever since that idiot rabbit had gotten
us sucked out of that plane, I had nearly
given up all hope." The flea said. "But
now, it seems my quest is finally over.
I have found an actual Florida Harrington,
here of all places."
Apparently, this flea seems to be a
connoisseur. She only prefers to take
residence upon canines of the highest
caliber, of which Brandy qualifies.
"Hmm, I wonder why she decided to
come out here naked?" The flea asked
herself. "But thankfully, she did.
This will allow me to get a better
view of where I can set up shop,
so to speak."
Though it wasn't long before she
found that perfect spot located
in Brandy's tail.
After which, she hopped forward,
anxious to claim her new home.
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