Cupid
“Well look what you got,” said Spot, holding a bright red envelope in her hoof. “It looks like a Valentine!”
“A what!” exclaimed Fawn, angrily. “Give me that.”
Fawn grabbed the envelope from Spot and tore it open. A red heart-shaped card fell to the barn floor, along with several little heart-shaped cinnamon candies.
“Who could have sent this to me?” asked Fawn.
“I don’t know,” said Spot. “Maybe it was that new cow next door. I’ve seen the way she looks at you across the fence.”
“I bet it was Clarice!” exclaimed Fawn. “Only I don’t think that she would be stupid enough to send me a Valentine’s card.”
“Valentine’s aren’t stupid,” said Spot. “They are nice. I wish someone sent me one.”
“Well here,” said Fawn. “You can have mine.”
“I can’t take yours,” said Spot.
“I wish I knew who sent it,” said Fawn.
“All you have to do is read the card,” said Spot.
Fawn picked the card up from the barn floor and read the inscription on it.
“To Fawn, have a wonderful Valentine’s Day, love, your friend, Spot,” Fawn read.
“Spot!” exclaimed Fawn. “You sent this to me!”
“Yes,” blushed Spot. “I did!”
“But, why didn’t you tell me?” asked Fawn.
“Because that would have been too simple,” said Spot.
“I thought that Valentine’s were only sent to loved ones,” said Fawn.
“Well,” said Spot. “Don’t you know by now that I love you, Fawn.”
“You do!” said Fawn surprised. “I mean, I knew that you liked me, but I never knew that you loved me.”
“Well I do,” said Spot. “Now, don’t you love me?”
Fawn thought for a few seconds before answering Spot’s question.
“You know,” said Fawn. “I guess I do love you.”
“You do!” exclaimed Spot.
Spot was really surprised by Fawn’s answer. She never in a million years ever thought that Fawn really loved her.
“You know, Spot,” said Fawn, still thinking. “Now that we both love each other, don’t you think that we should get married?”
“Oh wow!” exclaimed Spot. “You want to marry me.”
“Yes,” said Fawn. “I do. Spot, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” said Spot. “I will marry you.”
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