Ah, that's it -- the tree was shy. Possibly reluctant, in spite of being a staunch Soviet conifer.
In a remarkable cross-phyla twist on the timeless 'honey pot' trap, the KGB had set the doughty evergreen to lure Mac into a compromising situation. But the heartless scoundrels had underestimated the charm of the suave American. The tree fell for him (in the forest, with nobody to hear it). Instead of twacking him in the face with its branches, as it had always done to passers-by, it reached out to him with tender, hesitant twigs, uncertain of its welcome.
Its vegetable love shall grow, vaster than political empires, but more slow. Beware, you heartless commies. One day, the trees will turn on you.
I already got IM'd once because I snorted so loudly at an inappropriate co-worker comment of much hilarity that I was heard several cubes down... and now you post this and force me to bite my lip and snicker as silently as possible. See, that is 'shipping that I would read. In a heartbeat. But only if you wrote it.
I'm glad you've rooted out the source of this relationship. Phylum under lovers who branch out an embrace another kingdom. No, this kind of relationship is not beyond beleaf at all, but wood be the natural consequence of Mac's boy-ant [c.f. Trumbo's World] ecological charm. But, alas, now that the tree had fallen for him and is stretched on the floor of the forest, he may forever pine and balsam, until he turns over a new leaf, and branches out into new pastures.
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MacGyver discovers that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, and so he packs up his tofu, and moves there, because he is all about green living.
The tree, still recumbent on the forest floor is interviewed about this development.
"I'm oakay" it says. "I've branched out into recycling, and I moss find a way to live without him. Still, it's bracken my heart."
Oooh, did I perhaps mention that I have lived for the past 32 years with a man who revels in puns? No? Well, I have, and he does! ;)
Both my parents adored wordplay -- I literally grew up with puns at the dinner table (also, particle physics). It was rather a shock when I found out that the outside world does not always welcome them. (Fortunately, I have found someone to marry who does.)
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(Actually, it was the closest I could find capwise.)
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In a remarkable cross-phyla twist on the timeless 'honey pot' trap, the KGB had set the doughty evergreen to lure Mac into a compromising situation. But the heartless scoundrels had underestimated the charm of the suave American. The tree fell for him (in the forest, with nobody to hear it). Instead of twacking him in the face with its branches, as it had always done to passers-by, it reached out to him with tender, hesitant twigs, uncertain of its welcome.
Its vegetable love shall grow, vaster than political empires, but more slow. Beware, you heartless commies. One day, the trees will turn on you.
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Mac + tree = OTP
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And a gently whispered, "Hubba, hubba."
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[time passes]
MacGyver discovers that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, and so he packs up his tofu, and moves there, because he is all about green living.
The tree, still recumbent on the forest floor is interviewed about this development.
"I'm oakay" it says. "I've branched out into recycling, and I moss find a way to live without him. Still, it's bracken my heart."
Oooh, did I perhaps mention that I have lived for the past 32 years with a man who revels in puns? No? Well, I have, and he does! ;)
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Both my parents adored wordplay -- I literally grew up with puns at the dinner table (also, particle physics). It was rather a shock when I found out that the outside world does not always welcome them. (Fortunately, I have found someone to marry who does.)
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Definitely perked me up this evening, just what I needed at a stressful time.
Thanks!
Melissa M.
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