Through the park they walked. They sat on a bench, ambled around the pond, then found their favourite quiet spot. Soon, they were as one, legs entwined.
"I love you," he said. "Will you marry me?"
She looked doubtful. "Is it allowed?"
"Don't you want to share your life with me?"
She stammered, "Yes, but – "
He looked away. "Is it because I'm a frog?" he snapped. "Am I not good enough?"
"Of course not. I'm a frog too. Don't be silly." It was her turn to be upset.
They had this conversation every day.
Post coitum, omne triste est.
"I love you," he said. "Will you marry me?"
She looked doubtful. "Is it allowed?"
"Don't you want to share your life with me?"
She stammered, "Yes, but – "
He looked away. "Is it because I'm a frog?" he snapped. "Am I not good enough?"
"Of course not. I'm a frog too. Don't be silly." It was her turn to be upset.
They had this conversation every day.
Post coitum, omne triste est.
