A mother’s words for her 388 year-old son

“Your frequent visits will pay off someday.”
“Are you sure, ma? I’ve been seeing Daisy for more than thirteen years now. Every Wednesday I take her flowers.”
“Her heart is bound to open up to you, Beal.”
“Once she asked me to follow her to the back of the house.”
“See? A good sign.”
“That was at the beginning. She showed me the compost bin where she dumps my flowers.”
“Not such a good sign. But you’re a good man, a decent man, Beal, and she knows it deep inside. She’ll learn to value you.”
“Sometimes I think it’s the fact that I have hooves.”
“Nonsense! That’s superficial. She sees right through that.”
“But what about my tail?”
“Others wish they had one.”
“And my pointy furry ears?”
“She’ll yearn to tickle them eventually.”
“And the orange fire in my eyes?”
“Now I’m a little worried about that. You got that from your father, who also glowed in the dark. You might try keeping them half shut. Downcast, sort of.”
“Ma, will I ever win Daisy?”
“You will, Beal, you will. There’s time yet. – That’s a promise from your good old mom, Lizzy B. Elzebub.”

– James Steerforth ( © 2008 )

Having some demonic fun with frequent, open and someday from 3WW XCI.