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Oh lithe Amazonian.
You freed the beast in me
Let me part your salty sea
And free the beast in thee
Oh strapping Amazonian
You freed me from my strife
I’ll share a my secrets with you
If you’ll spare them from my wife.
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Pip Pip, Tally Ho and Fanny’s your uncle, what? It’s like Lycaon of Arcadia in reverse. I was canine and now I am man again. Slightly portlier than I remember, more of me to go around, what, what? Cured from our curse by the pillowy lips of a beauty so enrapturing it would engorge the marble effigy of David himself. She stumbled across me and the Bellows buffoon avoiding the hunting hounds in the thickets. We awoke in thye hearth of her fire this morning naked as jaybirds. I preferred the labourer as a dog. Suited his demeanour. Anyhoo, opposable thumbs, the almighty’s sanction that man was made to use a cork screw, what? Toodle pip Fairy folk, you shabby bohemian layabouts. May I never clap eyes on the like of it again.  #dream40

Like the heroic Odysseus, we’ll shall hide in something until  the commotion has died down. Antiope kisses them (as dogs) and they turn into men. #dream40

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Tally ho! What? The hunt is stirring. What I wouldn’t give to be up in the saddle in my scarlet tails, chasing vixen brush, what? Damned if I’m joining the hounds though, perish the thought. Vicious little blighters those foxes. Don’t believe me? Ask a chicken. It’ll likely be a dead un’ though; and what kind of person goes about interrogating dead chickens I ask you? Communists, no doubt. #dream40
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The ass returns to his human (I exaggerate) form, and I’m still stuck as a fairies' dog’s body in a fury dog’s body. The things I’ve eaten. The irrepressible compulsion to give chase to anything that enters my field of vision. I’ve stuck my nose in laces I wouldn’t stick a sterilised thermometer. That bellows fellow may be an inglorious red, but we’ll share secrets we’ll take to the grave #dream40

Good riddance to that asinine ass o’ mine says the lady Titania. About time too. That bellows hound  looks like he’s ready to make a move. If that vulgar mutt wags his tail anywhere her, he’ll be barking an octave higher. I’m all for getting closer to the good word. Legs is an excellent word and Titania’s are the pedestals upon which heaven sits, woof. What? #dream40

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Love is blind? Ha! It’s clearly lost a few other senses too. That ass smells like a vagrent’s armpit at a midsummer’s hog roast. Look at him sweating like a fat man at the gallows, and jabbering like a politician on polling day, disgusting. I say, did he just drop a chicken bone. CHICKEN BONE! CHICKEN BONE! CHICKEN BONE! CHICKEN BONE! Pawes off, piskies. It’s mine. #dream40
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Love is blind? Ha! It’s clearly lost a few other senses too. That ass smells like a vagrent’s armpit at a midsummer’s hog roast. Look at him sweating like a fat man at the gallows, and jabbering like a politician on polling day, disgusting. I say, did he just drop a chicken bone. CHICKEN BONE! CHICKEN BONE! CHICKEN BONE! CHICKEN BONE! Pawes off, piskies. It’s mine. #dream40  
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Oh, the awe-inspiring magic of the mighty Oberon. Turning an ass, into an ass. What impressive feats are we to witness next? Is he to turn ice into water, or a fart into a bad smell? Fairy King? My excreta has more presence and majesty. Titania is my weeping willow, that territory has been marked. Which in retrospect was perhaps a little forward. She was nonplussed. Can’t win ‘em all. Woof, woof, what? #dream40
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