Dealing With The Animals In The Garden

Somewhere inside Busch’s Gardens that was not the amusement park but a designated area housing a fountain of youth where a gigantic car was registered to a monster with energy and all the candy that one would want when visiting the seashore.

Big Liz who had a six pack that one demographic would look upon as a trip to Fantasy Island took one of her Abilify pills to calm down before going over to service the two young models who were on loan from the local agency.

“So how do you two enjoy this place?” The licensed information gatherer gathered.
“I found a place to play,” Ragtime Suzy quickly told her while a notepad was in Big Liz’s hand to write down an order.

“What about you Beach Treasure Girl, is this place up to your expectations?” Big Liz was acknowledging the one-piece ensemble the costumer forgot to charge a card before leaving.

“I came here with the objective for a guy to capture me now and I will return the favor,” was her answer.

“That is a mature thing a maiden like you should be claiming,” Big Liz was still taking notes, “and what happened?”

“We are all out of the money?”

When Big Liz returned to the counter there was a gentleman reading a paper and when his eyes left the headlines the question was asked, “what all those two who finally matured claiming?”

“Well, the one performer seemed to be Ms. Genuine while the other one who left the beach behind thinks she has some sort of cultural mandate to be here,” Big Liz put a lot on the gentlemen’s plate, “since they are just nickel and diming it here it would just be a cent less drama to make them into half dollars.”

Putting the paper down to show what the mirror reflects on every morning he ordered from the tourist menu, “send them down to the southernmost point,” he gave an evil grin.

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