As the sun contemplated how to rise over the horizon, Gus woke.
As the sun chose a path, Gus pondered. Was this the day? Was this his time? Could he? Should he?
As the sun elbowed its way over the horizon, she giggled. And, Gus called out.
"Hey, Gene."
"What?"
"Do you think I can do it? Do I have the moves?"
"Moves like Jagger? No. Moves like Tippi the Turtle? Yes"
"Ouch, that hurts"
"Hey, man, I don't make stuff up. I just speak the truth"
Gus fell silent, deliberating. Then swiftly, he made his choice.
And he let loose:
And the sun giggled.
As for Becky?
Not impressed.
And so, this is how Gus the Greater Sage-grouse found himself back in the gym, working out tirelessly to perfect the moves that would cause Becky to have no choice BUT to fall for him.
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