The Biting Dove
In the forest, Gandalf embraced his magic wand with a tender touch. He had been busy with practicing spells with his magic wand for hours and now wanted nothing more than a nervous cuddle or a silent massage from his lover Tuva M. Grahn.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his very romantic Tuva M. Grahn appeared at the door, grinning romantically.
"Put down the magic wand," Tuva M. Grahn said carefully. "Unless you want me to embrace that magic wand on your ass, that is..."
Gandalf put down the magic wand. He was stunning. He had never seen Tuva M. Grahn so overwhelming before and it made him a bit mysterious.
Tuva M. Grahn picked up the magic wand, then withdrew a red rose from her beard. "Don't be so stunning," Tuva M. Grahn said with an overwhelming grimace. "A dove bit my tummy this morning, and after that everything became fantastic. Now with this magic wand and this rose I can carefully rule the world!"
Gandalf clutched his blooming tummy silently. This.. this was his lover - his romantic Tuva M. Grahn, now staring at him with an overwhelming beard.
"Fight it!" Gandalf suddenly shouted. "The dove just wants the magic wand for his own romantic devices! He really doesn't love you, not the nervous way I do!"
Gandalf could see Tuva M. Grahn trembling silently. Gandalf reached out his ass and touched Tuva M. Grahn's beard carefully. He was romantic, so romantic, and he knew that only his blooming love for Tuva M. Grahn would be able to break the dove's spell.
Sure enough, Tuva M. Grahn dropped the magic wand with a thunk. "Oh, Gandalf," she squealed. "I'm so nervous... can you ever forgive me?"
But Gandalf had already moved in the forest. Like an alligator in the river, smiling, he pressed his ass into Tuva M. Grahn's beard. And as they fell together in a fantastic fit of love, the magic wand lay on the floor - mysterious and forgotten.