Bringing home the brides

Well, I knew that  it would eventually come to this. A red  blooded Peabody Boy can take only so much frustration.

These gents have had 2 years in which to learn the proper etiquette, dance moves and perky conversation needed   for wooing a future bride, but things being what they are in the Hollow, no  feminine hopefuls emerged.

 Despite all the geese, ducks, chickens, barn swallows, sparrows, robins, doves AND the occasional crane, we simply had no available females  interested in flashy dressers with  self important attitudes.

 Hence, we went window shopping for eligible, vivacious  and willing females who would fit the bill, so to speak.

 So many lovely ladies to choose from, but with beauty being only feather deep, we had to question each and every possible mate.

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We inquired of each young lady:
 " Are you willing to sleep in the trees?  Do you mind having a husband who is prettier than you?? How do you feel about children? Would you be willing to have a dozen or more?  Will you let your waist and hips   expand after the age of 50? ( oops, that is on a different survey) . What do you think about a mate with a very short attention span?
 
 Would you be bothered by a guy that followed you around all day long? And on the other side of the coin,   Would you be bothered by a husband who stared at his reflection for hours at a time? What about a husband with a fairly low IQ? Can you abide someone with a REALLY screechy voice?"

 If you are okay with all of the above, then you best prepare your trousseau,   for we have just the gents for you!
 Hans and Moses meet Minerva and  Lottie.... Your brides to be! Peabody girls!

(Lottie is hiding behind a box on the floor... I think she is playing "hard to get")

This may take awhile, very little conversation is going on.... only awkward pecking. I think  my boys have forgotten their manners.
The Gazette will update  you on wedding plans... just as soon as these couples make up their minds.