Untrue Stories of Fiction

The cowboy and cowgirl watched the sunset.  Slowly, he reached his hand for hers.  As they sat there, holding hands, a rattlesnake bit the cowboy.  He didn’t want to let go of her hand, but the pain was terrible.

Finally, he said, “Wanda, can I ask you a question?”

“Anything,” she said, gazing into his eyes.

“Would you suck on my ankle?”