The thought of her warm, moist mouth on his fingers lingered in his memory as Dukey walked with Clara to the field, watching to make sure she didn't fall, after consuming so much wine in such a short time. They rounded up all the livestock, chasing chickens around, as they flapped and clucked like mad, and eventually arrived at the barn. No sooner did they enter, than they saw that Bruce had mounted Piranha, and was happily going at it.<br/><br/>He noticed that the ground was still wet from the hose earlier. He was about to tell Clara to be careful, but couldn't look away from the seemingly odd pairing, and the mating that was proceeding before his eyes. "Boy, they really know how to have a good time, don't they...?" He looked over just as she was about to step into a slick-looking puddle.