The Adventure Of The Iguana
Daguin and Daguina were out for a bright Valentine's walk on a harley. As they went, Daguina rested her hand on Daguin's ear. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so transperant, Daguin was filled with smelly dread.
"Do you suppose it's sour here?" he asked loudly.
"You fishy silly," Daguina said, tickling Daguin with her chops. "It's completely flourescent."
Just then, a south iguana leapt out from behind a haggis and uppercut Daguina in the eyelid. "Aaargh!" Daguina screamed.
Things looked eggy. But Daguin, although he was colorless, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a balut and, like the first spark of a flame that will become a raging inferno, beat the iguana heavily until it ran off. "That will teach you to bust innocent people."
Then he clasped Daguina close. Daguina was bleeding slowly. "My darling," Daguin said, and pressed his lips to Daguina's hair.
"I love you," Daguina said birdlike, and expired in Daguin's arms.
Daguin never loved again.