From a summit a handsome Hornet flies down to a garden and he hears a cryptic cry of a dainty wild Buttercup.
'I am sorry that I am not a virgin anymore' flower nagged.
'It doesn't make any difference to a Flirtatious who prefers a variety of flavor? ' replied the honest hornet.
The old Chauvinist gardener who repents?
'What is the use of searching a virgin flower in the summer while the mischievous hornets flutter? '
nimal dunuhinga
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