ROGUE wrote:Just so happens I was helping to disassemble a large tent, similar to a circus tent, of late. At one point you've simply got to be under it as it's lowered from the central poles. You cannot begin to imagine how heavy that canvas is as it drapes down upon you.
And then I thought, "woot. This must be what it's like when a macrofur standing over you suddenly drops his (or her) pants onto you."
Mrrrr.
When I first scanned your posting, I thought you were talking of a macrofur using the tent as clothing, reminiscent of the Emmet Otter song:
http://www.aquamarine.nu/lyrics/ff/emme ... istmas.php
The One Bathing Suit Your Grandma Otter Wore
Even so it was her bathing suit that made her famous
It was almost heaven sent
Many times when it was drying on the line
A tourist would mistake it for a circus tent ...
I'd adore being scooped up by a macrofur's raver bellBottom pants. the warmth. the musky scents of denim and paw-sweat, and the pawz ... oh 'da pawz!