A fighter pilot, a pig, and a dog
were the only survivors of a
terrible
shipwreck, and they found
themselves stranded on a desert
island. After
being there awhile, they got into
a ritual of going to the beach
every
evening to watch the sun go down.
One particular evening the sky
was red with beautiful cirrus
clouds,
the breeze was warm and gentle
- a perfect night for romance!
Well, that
pig started looking better and
better to the fighter pilot, so he
leaned
toward it and put his arm around
it. The dog became jealous and
growled
fiercely at the fighter pilot, until
he removed his arm from the
pig. They
continued to enjoy the sunsets
together, but no more cuddling.
A few weeks passed by, and lo
and behold, there was another
shipwreck.
The only survivor was a beautiful
young woman. She was in pretty
bad shape
when they rescued her, but they
slowly nursed her back to good
health. When
she was well enough they
introduced her to their evening
beach ritual.
It was another beautiful evening,
red sky, cirrus clouds, a warm
gentle
breeze; perfect for a night of
romance. The fighter pilot started
getting those "ideas" again, so he
leaned toward the girl and
whispered in
her ear, "Would you mind taking
the dog for a walk?"