Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

Finley didn’t hear Jawahir’s reply, if they made one. A particularly aggressive bird landed on the ground and wouldn’t stop attacking one of his sooty paws. Still fending off a few circling around his head, he could only backpedal in an attempt to evade the relentless little pecker.

He spun, turning his back on it, which proved to be a mistake when he felt that sharp little beak snatch at the pale furs on his tail, entirely too close to his tenderest bits. No amount of food or, indeed, sex was worth the risk of losing his balls.

Yo, I’m outtie! he hollered, sounding pretty blithe despite the circumstances. He wasn’t mad, just a little disappointed. He promptly fled back toward the relatively safety of the beach, curious if Jawahir would follow him or if that was the the end of their would-be tryst.