Cavorting...frolicking...youngsters dancing through new moves...tails flicking...tiny paws pattering...released for the first time from momma...a vast world before them...set free to run amuck between the patio table and chairs...a race up the brick pillar...bounce into the old dove nest...tumble down...scramble around the barbecue...brushes and tongs fly...scattering before the tumult...
clattering...chattering...chasing...circling...they disappear from view...into the jungle yard...lost in the hound pot holes...the jumbled greenery...rotting ground fruit...off to join their fellow peanut grubbers...and so too three women...sans spouses...manless in the evening...set off to cavort and frolic...see a movie...order drinks...share a meal...and talk about running amuck in their vast worlds of mothering...wife-ing...daughter-ing...of setting themselves free of such matters...of eyeing a table of luscious young men seated nearby...of giggling what ifs...of bouncing from the old nest...of scrambling...
scattering...chattering...of dancing new moves...tails flicking...of disappearing..of smashing succulent ground fruit and delightly smearing it over their bodies
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