Here's what I think of the typical pair of shorts on a farmer's daughter:
[This is going to be a lot of howling mixed in with me strutting and preening myself]: Huff, huff, howullll! Whooooooo! Yip, yip, yip, yowwwwwwouuuulll. [Preening and strutting]: Vih! Vih! Viooooolllll! [Pulling in my gut]. Vih! Vih! Viowwwwwwwwlllll! Yodel-lay-EE-who! Yip, yip, yip, woolllllllleeeeee!]
I like the pattern of my howls. It appears I like to get a running start at everything, and that's true. Like "Huff, huff, howulll!" The huffs are short bursts followed by a lengthier, complementary cry. Plus I see there's some alliteration but it's not strictly so. There's an exception with "Yip, yip, yip, woolllllllleeeeee!"]
No one can dispute it. The typical pair of shorts on a farmer's daughter is almost too much.
Vih! Vih! Veeyahhhhh! Haaa-oooooga! Haaa-haa-ooooga! I'm splitting a gut, climbing the walls, very tight in the legs, shaking my hands, warning others and preparing to fend them off.
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