Once upon a time there was a cute little boy bird who's name was Chicory Jones. He went by the nickname of 'Chic'.
Chic considered himself a real ladies' man when it came to females. Any females. He liked them all! Any species, it didn't matter - Chic would come on to them and expect to be successful in his finely honed debonair approach. Chic always had a smooth line for the ladies.
"Well...what do we have here?" said a very intrigued Chic Jones!
Chic flew down to get a better look at this vision of complete femininity and thought to himself..."This little beauty won't know what hit her once she experiences the old 'Chic Jones Charm!"
Chic flew down to get a better look at this vision of complete femininity and thought to himself..."This little beauty won't know what hit her once she experiences the old 'Chic Jones Charm!"
Chic flew down to get a closer look. He found out that this femme fatale was an exotic dancer who performed daily at the popular "Spider's Den" gentlemen's bird club. Her name was Violet Silvermist.
Chic couldn't take his eyes off of Violet! She was the most beautiful vision of the female species he had ever seen!
However, when Chic opened his beak to utter one of his "Hey Baby...", never-fail lines, to Violet,...he found that... for the first time in his life, he couldn't come up with an adequate line!"
Violet saw Chic looking completely stupified and it appeared to her that he was unable to speak, so Violet BOLDLY said to him in a tiny sultry voice... "What's the matter big boy? Cat got your tongue?"
But Chic remained silent and could only stare at Violet through his little star struck eyes.
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