Bailey's Picnic

A picnic on a chilly February evening is the most ideal affair for a refined creature such as Bailey. He gazes wistfully into the distance, the sun's last rays washing over his face.

Not a single thought of the food that surrounds him enters his mind. Even the cheese Crackerfuls cannot tear his gaze from the sunset. "Ah," he says, turning around.

His beauty is overwhelming, so much that the lime green Victoria College drawstring bag that held wrappers and water suddenly disappeared from view. He peered into his driver's eyes and murmurs in his smooth, deep voice, "Miss...

...I've really for seriously got to go pee!"