Chameleon and the Spanish Fly

Tom and I were enticed into a herbal shop by the promise of the chance of seeing a chameleon change colour. Little did we know it was nothing but a ploy to have us nibble on small green insects which the white robed gentleman explained was a Spanish Fly.

“Haves you heard of zee Spanish Fly, Sir?”

“My wife has told me of them,” I replied.

“Sir, you have to be careful with them. You can only take one at a time. They make your heart race,” he explained, pouring at least 50 into the lid of the container which held hundreds of Viagra on wings.

“One will keep you going all night,” he said, bending his elbow and raising his fist pumping it suggestively and winking.

The thought of having my arm pumping up and down all night was enough to have Tom and I disappear from the shop quick smart. My heart’s raced enough carrying all these bags already.