“Mom! Dad! Look what I caught!” she unrolled the carpet to reveal her chosen date.
“A fine specimen daughter! Nice jawline, broad shoulders. Excellent catch!” her father beamed.
“Make sure he’s cleaned up and presentable later dear. He has all his vaccinations?” mother was always practical.
“When he wakes up, we’ll want to check his credit rating and quiz him on his knowledge of classical literature. No debt-ridden rockheads for our little Petunia!”
Finally looked it up (we were out of town for a night), and Fred the Insane was one year old last month. He’s at the foot of the bed looking innocent.