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You’re thinking about your Lover Boy, aren’t you, Clover? Your intended, your paramour, the light of your life and the candy sprinkle on your cookie! You can’t wait for him to arrive on the farm. You can’t wait to get MARRIED!!! Here, try on this veil.
Clover: “What Lover Boy?”
Lover Boy! Your candy sprinkle! Imagine–the wedding dress, the bouquet, the dancing. The hens will be your bridesmaids. The sheep will form a choir. Nutmeg will be the flower girl and Pepsi will carry the ring. Pocahontas will sweep you down the aisle on her back and Coco will give you away. The cats will throw birdseed and Jack will officiate as you promise to love, honor, obey–
Clover: “Obey? Did you say obey?”
No. No, of course not–
Clover: “There’s not going to be a wedding. And for the record, I AM THE CANDY SPRINKLE ON MY OWN COOKIE.”
Clover– Stop eating the veil!!!
Clover: “I’m hungry, Woman. WHERE’S THE DRESS?”
