Scarlett, Ashley and Rhett Butler's Ass

"Say Scarlett, does this stuff just fall out of your ass? Scarlett was standing next to her prized donkey, Rhett Butler. "Why, whatever do you mean, Ashley?" She batted her green eyes and smiled coyly.

"All this flowery stuff around here."

"Oh, no",  she laughed, in tones she hoped resembled tiny tinkling bells.

"All that", she cocked her head demurely towards her book of poems, "comes out of me."

"Wow, that's incredible." He said with genuine amazement.

She lowered her eyes, as if such admiration overwhelmed her delicate sensibilities.

"You see" she said in a confiding whisper, "I have always been at the mercy of the muses, and they demand from me the noble and relentless pursuit of beauty's perfection, which I must struggle for from the very depths of my fragile soul and..."

He interrupted her, "Whoa! Look at all the flies! I don't mean to offend you, Miss Scarlett , but you sure can drop a load of flowery shit!"

Scarlett's eyes flew to her book but saw nothing.

At that old Rhett"s long ears flopped sideways, his lips pulled back exposing gums and big yellow teeth, and he hollered a loud, "HEE-HAW!" Scarlett looked down behind him and saw the most enormous pile of dung, studded with clover, thistle and dandelion, she had ever seen. The flies were swarming like mad. "Good day, Scarlett" said Ashley and he rode off. Scarlett took off her big sun hat and swatted Rhett Butler with it. "If you ever get loose in the garden again, I'll take a switch to you!" Then regaining her dignity she swept into the house and snapped at Mammy and anyone else in close proximity, thinking, If I wasn't a lady, oh just what wouldn't I do!