Hydra looked lovingly across the night sky towards Orion.
“I love big strong-looking men,” she said.
“I like your hairs,” he replied. “Different styles on each head.”
“I’ve just had them cut,” she said. “Do you like them?”
“More than ever.” Then Orion summoned all his courage. “I love you. Will you marry me?”
“Of course,” she replied in chorus. “I love you too. Shall we set a date?”
Of course, celestial pillow-talk is very slow; remember they’re zillions of light years apart. It was all they’d time for before all their stars were dead.
It’s tough being a constellation.
“I love big strong-looking men,” she said.
“I like your hairs,” he replied. “Different styles on each head.”
“I’ve just had them cut,” she said. “Do you like them?”
“More than ever.” Then Orion summoned all his courage. “I love you. Will you marry me?”
“Of course,” she replied in chorus. “I love you too. Shall we set a date?”
Of course, celestial pillow-talk is very slow; remember they’re zillions of light years apart. It was all they’d time for before all their stars were dead.
It’s tough being a constellation.
