I’m not going to go into this but had to post.
This is the kind of stuff I aspire to write.
The fact that it wins an award too is the icing on the gerbil-themed cake.
Story here
That prize-winning quote:
“For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity’s affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss – a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity’s mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world’s thirstiest gerbil.”
Could be worse, I suppose. Could be ferrets…
Boadicea's Chariot 
Lovely!
“And anyway, she added, “you kind of have to have a certain amount of skill to write a sentence so bad it would win. You have to work at it.”
I think the above is undoubtedly true.
Hey! 😦
Yes, Araminta. Believe me, I’m working at it. This has given me fresh focus. Something to aim for at last. 😀
It wouldn’t be half as funny without the name Felicity. And Ricardo is quite gerbil-ish.
Greetings furry one. Just jesting. Haven’t read any ferret-themed romantic fiction. I’ve heard rumours that they are good in the sack but I believe the reference was to hessian sacks. 😉
I shall say this only one more time.
Ferrets are NOT rodents. We are mustelids, a member of the canine family. I am more closely related to OZ than some scrawny tailed gerbil. Harumph.
As for the sack business, a wise ferret would never kiss and tell. 🙂
But, but, Janh1! The world does house some awful kissers, innit?
I only ever encountered one sloppy kisser, Janus. Fortunately it was just for the one evening. There wasn’t enough saliva in the world to summon up a second evening. 😉
Ferret, do chill out. I never accused you of being a member of Rodentia. And I’m positively not admitting to my thing for capybaras.
Used to have a girl in my school nicknamed ‘the sink plunger’, she would only let you snog her on the last day before a holiday when she would put on lashings of bright red lipstick, I can still taste it now.
This hamster/gerbil thread has just reminded me of something. Mrsoldmovie was chatting over the cattle grid to the duchess next door when I heard her say that she had mislaid her rabbit. It was news to me that we even had a rabbit and try as I might I cannot see any droppings let alone a rabbit, where do they tend to hide?
Ah Wabbits now we’re talking.
and there was me whinging about general lack of… 😉
Lack of what?
Oh, dear Mr Oldmovieguy, maybe you’d better get her another?