No Whistling ! Part 6

     The farmer dated several girls.  The Spartan didn't like any of them.
     "I didn't think this was up to you.  It's me that's got to marry one of them," said the farmer.  "I'll decide myself.  This one!"  he glowered and held out his hand to the prettiest one and the nicest one.  (Sometimes pretty girls aren't nice, but I'll get to that later.)

To be continued