The female mouth and the happy tongue went out for a walk one day. The sky was blue, the sun was yellow, and all the birdies an interesting off-mauve. Oh the trees were round and green, and all the different colors of nature were in the meadow.

But the tongue was displeased. "I can't think of what to say next!" it flapped. Its consternation was blatant. The unhappy tongue grew long and pointed, and plied its pink tip vigorously through the Spring air.

Butthole, a neighbor, appeared from around a bend, as usual. "I am not uptight!" he mouthed through a cracker. All the little animals of the meadow called butthole "uptight," to make him squeek in anger.

And so the female mouth grew cross. She decided she wouldn't be a female mouth anymore, just a mouth. She erased that part of her. When she had her coming out as just a mouth not a female mouth, she told them that freedom and dignity required it.

A bunny stopped to nibble some clover, on the tongue's side of the path. "Look a bunny let's kill it!" yelled the tongue. "Let's rip its head off and eat it!" screamed the mouth. Butthole peeped from around a bush, as usual, looking discreet. But the bunny only eyed these deranged organs with scorn, and hopped away to find some Queen Anne's Lace.