Model: Feather MacDougall
MOCK ASSIGNMENTWhen I was little I owned a *****-tonk. Long story. My reproducers left me the dance hall the Christmas I was eleven. I decided to trim our tree myself, so I lit the candles, threw the tapers away, and split to meet Scarface Mouzziola at the skating rink. I was an orphan on Christmas day. But the boy I loved, Little Melvin, was ready and willing to help me keep the joint open. Everything was fine until one night Scarface Mouzziola shot Little Melvin in the head. The next morning the cops found Scarface face down under the Tallahatchie Bridge with two black eyes and knuckle-bumps on his head. I spent the next ten years in jail. Now that I’m out I’m here to join Model Moment Cycle 2. You can call me Big Feather.
(Many thanks to Ira Gershwin, Dallas Frazier, and Bobbie Gentry) 
