O smelly spaniel, how do you reek? Let me

O smelly spaniel, how do you reek? Let me count the ways.

I smell thee to the depths & the height & the breadth of this house. Your scent leaves me with a feeling of wretchedness. You reek of wet blanket rotten tuna & decomposing roadkil

l. The smell of you burns my cilla. My sinuses are filled with your tangy bouquet. You are rendolent with putrescence. But still, I love your ass.

Sure, she stunk & stunk bad. It didn't help that I had an acute case of hyperosmia.I pulled her on top of me & nuzzled her noxious neck."We can work this out," I told her, coughing

into her ear. I hawked a hard brown fleck of phlegm into her ear canal. She jumped up and shrieked. "Doctor! Doctor!" She ran out the front door. I chased her. Both still naked

and covered in bacon grease, we were arrested two blocks away from the clinic. She wouldn't speak to me at all, just keep swabbing her ear clean and glowering at me.

"What are you thinking?" I asked, but she wouldn't say. The pigs were out for vengeance. They had caught our scent and saw the grease stains on our clothes. They forced us

to join them in the communion of the slop, casting our beloved Armani to the chickens allies. Soon would begin the reeducation, all to hail our lord and savior, Wilbur, but first

Came the initiation ceremony, when the sacred water was poured on everyone's head. That would cleanse their feathers and feet so they would not leave tracks from the mud. Wilbur

however was roasted once the sacred water touched him. His trickery, received and punished. He was a fraudulent goose, a sinner in the Church of Ducks.