The Smell Came Back

Once upon a time there was a meeting of all the animals in the forest. They met, happily, under the giant oaks for shade and protection and comfort and, above all, because it seemed to be the right thing to do. You know, oakey dokey. One of the creatures, an older one, with long fur, and pretentious lips, and very long horns, suddenly stood up, stretched, nodded and let out the loudest, most disgusting FART. Now, mind you, even the most vile, malodorous cloud of viciousness will dissipate rather rapidly in the open air. It's called airing out. So, no harm done. Right? Yet, when the same creature, the older one, with long fur and pretentious lips and very long horns, came back at the next meeting she wasn't welcome at all. By anyone. At all. But she also had, being older, very bad ears. So she was the last one to get the hint. And she, being older, with long fur, and having bad ears, and pretentious lips, and very long horns, also was suffering, or perhaps enjoying a poor sense of smell. So she never knew about the rotten and smelly interior. But it was another shortcoming and they all knew it and they all told her. And finally, the penny dropped, right before her next FART.