Bubba and I both enjoyed "Boys' Night" last evening by traveling out to the river/backwater here in the desert and getting our feet wet. It was low impact tourism at its best. We left nothing but footprints and the occasionally well-placed boulder that might have been flung from great heights into said river/backwater.
Well...during Boys' Night, Bubba and I encountered some burros. I digress here to point out that burros have a reproduction rate of about 15% of their populous every year. So, given the likelihood of burro copulation, it is perhaps not a shock that Jack and Jenny (the burros) were caught in the act by our wide-eyed Bubba. He had never seen burros before so the novelty of just seeing them was in fact novel for all of about 10 seconds, but then the oddity of seeing one animal obviously climbing on another animal piqued his curiosity.
"Dad?" said Bubba.
"Yeah?'' answered Dad.
"I think those burros are dancing."
"Dancing, huh?"
"Yep, that big one is climbing on that littler one like they're gonna dance."
He phrases this last statement as calmly and matter-of-factly as a five-year-old can and then he chuckles.
"They're funny dancers, Dad."
"Yep, Bubba.. Funny dancers."
all I can hear is Tina Turner's "I'm your Private Dancer" in my head right now. make it stop.
ReplyDelete...dancing for money."
ReplyDeleteGives a new meaning to "Shake that A**".