You smiled and said: “You should get yourself some new feet, yours are awful, just look at mine”.
And I looked at your elegant, well shaped foot and lovely toes, a fitting ornament to your o-so beautiful leg, and then, blushing, answered: “But I don’t know where to get those”.
O your wicked smile then, as you turn your lovely face towards me and, still smiling, asked: “Where did you get this lovely body, don’t you know?”
I was stunned, I did not know that either, my body had always been there, kind of I was born with it, wasn’t I?
“So, you said, even more wickedly, if you were ugly, you would not know how to change yourself?”