She, too, covered her head with a pillow, trying to block out the sound of his offkey rendition of "99 Bottles of Beer"...
He, forgeting the words to the song, which she could hear anyway with a pillow over her head, instead begain drumming his heel against the post, shaking bother the beds....
As the shaking began, it reminded her of her husband trying to scoot her around in bed and she kicked the bottom of his mattress.. hoping to get her point across...
"oh yeah!?", he said "2 can play at that game. That fart before? That was just a warning shot across the bow lady."He then pushed at his abdomen, releasing the mother of all farts.
"I'd been saying that one for a week!" he cried gleefully.
to be continued....
Whereupon she silently reached up to the edge of the upper bunk, grabbed the edge of his only blanket, and swiftly pulled it down to her bunk, leaving him shivering and naked in the cold night air. She giggled softly and opened the window beside her a little wider.
(to be continued)
She started yodelling out the window her very own rendition of F. Sinatra's Strangers In the Night. The coyote on the plain howled back....
shivering, and cupping himself to not be exposed he peeked down while she was leaning out the window and saw her fancy slippers.
sliding down the end of the bed quietly he picked them up and climbed back to his bunk.
With well hidden nether regions , he began to sing again
Other passengers, hearing a howling woman and a man with fuzzy slippers on his nuts singing, begin to gather outside their sleeping compartment....
The women in the gathering crowd snicker to themselves as she ties his smelly shoes together and strategically hangs them from the bunk's overhead bedframe above his nose.